Thought that I’d give you a glimpse into what I’m working on – the first draft of a short story:

Just some flash fiction to take you into the weekend.  

Unlike a usual fiction Friday where I give you a WIP or a bit from the archives, I thought I’d give you a break and some nuggets that have been in my brain for a while. Like the smoke curling from a cigarette in a bus, creating a hazy cloud as four guys travel to their next tour stop, all of them tired and sick of being around each other in such closed quarters. Or the story of  a desk, and how it’s been the only stable thing in a bass player’s life, throughout stormy relationships, the band breaking up, and a whole whack of other things.   In short,…

I swear, when he gets here, I’m going to kill him. No. I’m going to kill him, revive him and then kill him again.