OLWG #42 – Jammin’

I couldn’t resist – I had to come up with another short submission for these prompts. Practice makes perfect.

Written for OLWG #42



The roadies got the kit set up and did the sound checks.

Dennis came out on the stage and started warming up his fingers as well as his keyboard. If you watched carefully you could see the warm and colourful notes as they sprang from the speakers to soar above the tables scattered randomly behind the dance floor.

Anne came out and plugged in her bass, the Converse covered toe of her left foot began tapping along with the notes that flew through the barroom. She played with the strings of her guitar until she found a loose rhythm and began to work it. Dark blue and purple notes joined with the others that were dancing around the room. As she toyed with the bass riff Daniel came in with his twelve string, Marty sat down at his trap set and Bobbie stepped up to the microphone, humming softly. Colours flew from the stage as the punters, lured by the sounds and the colours, began filing into the room, filling the seats.

Anne locked in on her riff. She closed her eyes and her head began to move. Bobbie’s hips swayed to the bass as she whispered a voice instrumental, her scat singing adding new colours to the room, and Daniel came in, his amp turned low to keep the focus on the bass. All eyes in the room were on Anne. Anne was in the zone.

Behind the bar the girls looked at one another and Lindy clapped her hands. “Yeah, let her go.” A cacophony of colours bounced around the room. Rainbows showered down on the heads of the audience. A few couples paired up and moved to the dance floor where they swayed to the music from the bass guitar.


I think I got two of them anyway. The prompts were:

  1. the last time…
  2. Let her go
  3. the usual crowd was there

Don’t think! Write!
You have 25 minutes but if it takes longer – just don’t tell anyone.


OLWG #42 – Tragic Love

This is not the story that I intended to write. I scrapped that one. I thought this would be more fun.

Written for OLWG #42



When Roland got to work that evening he could barely contain himself. It started off as a normal night, the usual crowd was there. Mal D’Augustino. from MGM, had his normal table and the big man was accompanied by three starlets. Roland recognized one of the girls, but he couldn’t remember her name. The last time Mr. D’Augustino had brought that many girls to dinner he hadn’t come in again for almost a week. Roland wondered what that would be like, but in all honesty, he didn’t really care. That just wasn’t his style.

Thad and Patricia came in late, but Roland had anticipated this. He’d alerted Benny that they would be coming and requested they be seated at table 13. That was one of Roland’s tables and he didn’t want to miss any of what happened between those two tonight. He and Thaddeus (call me Thad) had discussed it the night before as they sat together under the stars by the pool.

Roland had prepared the meal last night. He started it off with a Cider-Mulled Wine. He’d combined a fruity Beaujolais, with brandy, apple cider, anise, cloves and cinnamon sticks. He had simmered it until the flavours were smoothly infused before he covered it and set it aside to reach room temperature. The entrée had been crafted with chicken thighs, crispy bits of chorizo, and tender chickpeas. A few generous pours of a cheap dry red blend had deepened the sauce in this simple Spanish braise that his grandmother had taught him to make, years ago. It had all been served next to a dish of Swiss chard dressed with a touch of red wine vinegar. For dessert Roland had made a dark chocolate cake with a chocolate and red wine glaze. He had found a bottle of Pinot Noir that had been perfect.

They had eaten, swum, and studied the stars before retiring to the boudoir for a wonderful night. They had discussed their future together and Thad had impulsively announced that he was going to leave Patricia. He claimed to be tiring of her company anyway. Roland could move in with him and when they weren’t in LA they could travel the Mediterranean in search of the perfect beach.

When the couple arrived at “Chez ma Cousine” Benny had seated them at Roland’s table as agreed. Roland’s service had been first rate, he initially had Laurent, the sommelier, deliver a ’63 Lemures to their table. Roland tried to linger nearby to hear what was said. He was prepared to have Patricia escorted from the premises if the situation got ugly.

It never got to that. Thaddeus apparently got cold feet. He and Pat had sipped their bottle of Lemures, announced that they were not going to dine at the restaurant that evening. He paid, left a generous tip, and they left. Roland tried to call after his shift, but the call went straight to voice mail. He left a message, but it was never returned. Not wanting to seem needy, he never tried to call again.


  1. the last time…
  2. Let her go
  3. the usual crowd was there

Don’t think! Write!
You have 25 minutes but if it takes longer – just don’t tell anyone.


The Entire Spectrum of White

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I watched the morning sunlight curl through her hair.
Changing shades with subtle variations.
Captivated; I marked the warm, buttery-white glow that framed her countenance.
Meanwhile, cool-white reflected from the shameless wisps that couldn’t be tamed,

rivaling the blued-white of her blouse.