Day: April 16, 2018

The Trumpet Player

He was dark skinned, smelt like sweet chocolate. Startling white teeth flashing with a glint in his eye. She was loud, obnoxious, often drunk. The band was loose, psychedelic – a slow grind followed by an impossibly long crescendo. Exhausted, they would pack up their instruments. She met him for the first time at an […]

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