Busking – Flash Fiction for 9/21/12

Photo courtesy Lora Mitchell

Louisa has a beautiful voice. When she sings, the tourists give up the bucks. She was supposed to meet me at the sad statue. When she doesn’t show, I take out the guitar and go it alone. I’m not much of a singer. The take isn’t good, not even enough for a dime bag. I blame Louisa, and head for her apartment to confront her. At her door, I knock and call her name. No answer, though the lights are on. Peeping under a blind, I see her lying lifeless on the couch, the syringe still stuck in her arm.

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