*just me telling a story in exactly 50 words*
The band plays on. Long haired singer, no longer twenty, the lines of experience now covered by a beard, belts out a lament of Glory Days. The drummer keeps the beat after all these years, guitarists still rocking back and forth in usion. Nothing has changed, only the public’s whims.
Note: The image for this post is the Uk rock band, Inglorious. Singer Nathan James is one of my fave modern rock vocalists.
I remember how we used to be, beings of light and energy, moving through realms of man, spirits in the cosmos, eternally enlightened. And now look what we have become. Pale wanderers helplessly seeking what we lost, stumbling blind, third eye closed, not even blinking, waiting for us to awaken.
Under skies the color of amber, the priest walked across the ruined landscape. “And lo, behold man, sons of God,” he mumbled to himself. “Laid low in his wickedness he wrought destruction in my name.” His feet kicked up blackened sand as he walked. “Behold his life, ashes and dust.”
I used to be the reason for his happiness, Donatella thought. She looked down at her feet. Joey lay there, passed out on the floor, beer can still in hand, cradling it to his chest like a long lost lover. Donatella shook her head, bit back tears, and shot him.
Looking at the beautiful asian girl sitting across from me, I took a sip of my coffee. I thought to myself even if I didn’t believe in magic, magic would believe in me. “Harry,” Cho said, “I wish it were me you were marrying instead of Ginny.” I kissed her.
I was a man of tweny-five when I fell in love with the middle school teacher. To many that wouldn’t seem a problem, but the fact I’d been in her class twelve years previously complicated things. To transition from corrected papers to tangled sheets was no mere fantasy, but scandal.
“One day you’re going to love ACDC.”
“Like hell,” she says.
I crank the stereo. ‘Back In Black’ blares out.
“I hate that singer.”
I grin. “He repaired cars before he joined the band.”
“Sounds like he drank the motor oil.”
“Of course,” she says with a wink.