Thursday, 1 September 2022

75 word challenge

 The day he died I stopped drinking.

His guitar sits gathering dust in the corner, Firebeard Jeff laid down to rest.
Memories of music, electricity reverberating through hushed crowds, and a bottle to brew the madness within.
It was a wild ride my friend.
But it couldn't last. So I retire you.
And instead your soulful melodies help soothe a buttercup heart as she rests faultless on my chest.
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