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Silver James | @SilverJames_
Sage says: Very engaging writing style and captivating story that leave me wanting more.
Kel Heinen | @Aightball
Sage says: I like the writing style, it's very much in the character's head.
Barbe Crabtree | @ComeOnPeopl
Sage says: Apart from the good writing style, I like that she managed to come up with a complete story in this snippet.
Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
Sage says: I love his writing style with the beautiful phrasing and imagery. The story as such is intriguing (I'd read more of it) and has a good, bittersweet ending.
There was a hum in the car, a buzzing wail that shot up my tailbone and got stuck in my eardrum like a scratched LP. It was only the rubber rotating on asphalt, grousing away, humming a tune…
“We left downtown Atlanta ‘bout a quarter to nine,
Headed out on the freeway followin’ that narrow white line…”
We bypassed Chattanooga. There were a couple of reasons. One was whimsical; Memphis had always sounded like it would be more fun. The other was self-preservation; the air hovering above Chattanooga was grungy beyond belief, thick and foul, as if there was an excess of smoke-crazy choo-choos chugging away at double time.
The city was a polluted palace.
“It’s got nowhere to go,” Buddy said, staring out the back window.
“What that, Buddy?” I asked.
“The stink. The mountains throw it all back down, like it’s a rotting fish.”
“Not how I thought it would be,” I said. “Glenn Miller seemed to suggest something wildly different in the song. Love…? Train travel…?”
“Glenn who?” asked Holly.
“A long gone guy, Missy” Buddy droned in. “What was it, Oli? You know?”
“Shot down over the English Channel…another casualty of war.”
“Yeah. War. I’ve been fighting one my whole bloody life.”
In that moment I almost understood Buddy Thumper’s dash to freedom. It was no secret that a gangster’s life was precarious. Every day, he’d be looking in the mirror and asking, “Why are you still here?”
And the answer? “Plain dumb luck.”
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