His big mouth strikes the revellers. His pining voice turns their body hair to live wire; their minds into psychedelic ecstasy. He leaves the pub at the last beat of the drum. He lights a fag, walks past the Hawley, and dreams of wild days in tomorrow’s world of sobriety.
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Filed under: Flash Fiction Tagged: 27, 50 Words, Amy Winehouse, Camden, Drum, Gig, Guitar, Hawley Arms, Lock, Music, Psychedelic, Psychological-horror, Psychological-thriller, Pub, Revellers, Voice
