(Author’s note: I am attempting to get back into posting every week. It’s been tough, however. My job is demanding. Starting in December, however, it should be a lot easier as I switch my Wednesday fitness to Tuesday. So enjoy!)
So Flows The Current
by Miles H. Rost
Lee Richardson sat outside his garage, fooling around while playing his bass guitar. High bass licks, low bass grumbles, didn’t matter. He was having fun.
Lee turned around and smiled, his bros gliding their bikes up the driveway. Mike Jacobs has his keyboard with him, and Chaz carried his drum behind.
“We gotta get some practice in. You need anything?”
“Yeah, got a pastry brush?” Chaz asked, “If I’m gonna do the soft sounds, I need my brush.”
Lee handed it to him. They set up.
“How long we going for today?”
“As long as the current flows.”