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Road to Orion

man and guitar in a dark room

[by Terry Sanville]

 

Albert Perkins let out a low moan as he slowly climbed the steps. “Damn knees,” he muttered and slumped into the first seat in back of the nickel-plated pole. The doors hissed shut and the bus driver momentarily twisted around, grinning.

“And a good afternoon to you, Mr. P. How’re gigs?” The driver  released the air brake and swung the big vehicle into traffic.

“You know damn well I haven’t had a gig in years. You be sure to let me know when Swing music comes back around.” Continue reading Road to Orion