Source: Friday Fictioneers sponsored by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple
Word count: 100 words
Marty spent his nights singing in smoky bars. It wasn’t glamorous, but it paid the bills. After last night’s show, the band and some ladies continued the party at Ned’s place. Marty woke, head pounding and nauseous from the smell of alcohol, stale cigarettes and cheap perfume lingering in the room.
His mind shook free from his self-induced coma. He rode a merry-go-round, an endless circle of perpetual motion. He waited, hoping to feel real emotion, looking for proof of life. It wasn’t here. He knew what he must do. Marty grabbed his keys, walked out and closed the door.
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer