(Author’s note: I hope to be up for new things soon. I got smacked around by a cold last weekend. I hope to do a lot more soon. Anyhow, here’s today’s work!)
© Jan W. Fields
What’d I Say
by Miles H. Rost
Sex.
It was all Marcus knew. It was all that oozed out of his pores. And as he sat at the piano, his back against the ivories, he looked like he was about to pop.
Sex.
It was also a big problem. He held the letter in his hand, frowning at it. 13 names, 13 women, 13 calls for more money than he could ever make in a year.
He turned around and looked at the keys. He needed to find an outlet for all the sex in his system.
He found it in C minor…
Music and Fiction 
A rather sad key n’est ce pas!
Well told and I hope you feel better soon.
I’m doing much better. Sickness is just about gone. Just lingering throat stupidity.
I hope he’ll be very happy in that key. 😦
For many people, it is one of the most healing keys on the planet.
Maybe it’s his key to alimon(e)y
Nice story, Miles. It’s good to have an outlet for all kinds of energies. Hope you’re adjusting to your new location.
Thirteen is a heck of a lot of names. It would take a considerable song to help him through that.
What goes around, comes around…I fear there is no escape for Marcus.
Has he ever heard of birth control, I wonder? Good thing he finds consolation in his music. Glad to read that you feel better.