Come one, come all to Bellevue’s Last Call Bar and Grill to listen to the sounds of Head First. They’re sure to satisfy your thirst.
Dance the night away with songs from the 1980s unless nine o’clock is past your bedtime. Come on out and rock till you drop.
On horns and flute, we have Mike who can start one sweet jam with the band.
On drums, there’s Chris who will beat to your heart.
Paul takes care of the vocals and he’s a local.
Sing along they don’t mind in fact they think it’s always a good time.
Written for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch. This weeks prompt is “Sweet Jam”.
This is great, Susan. So fresh and unexpected. An original take.
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Thanks, Norah!
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I can hear this story as if it were being announced. Makes me want to jump in and listen to the jam.
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Glad you liked it 🙂
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So quirky and fun 🙂
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Thanks!
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lovely poem Susan, would love to read more, please? Very light and bright 🙂
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Thanks, Kate.
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most welcome
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Wow, so much sight and sounds and taste and laughter. Great flash, Susan!
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Thanks so much!
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You’re welcome,
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