This is a serialized story – be sure to read in order: from A (afterthought) to Z (zealous).

Nash Peyton was an ordinary man, at least by his standards. He grew up in a middle-class family, in a middle-class neighborhood, and graduated college with middle-of-the-class standing. He never really wanted to be a lawyer, but his parents insisted. He loved debating so the law suited him. But it wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to be a musician.

Music had been a part of his life for as long as he could remember. His grandfather had been a musician in a blues band. For as long as Nash could remember, music had been his passion. But his parents weren’t interested in passion. They were only interested in him making money in a career that would gain their respect.

Nash slammed his fist on his desk. He’d love to blame them for this situation, but he knew it really wasn’t their fault. It was his. His choices brought him here. If he had refused their career choice and followed his own path, would the end result be any different? He shook his head, trying to get banish the thought but it didn’t work.

“I need to get this fixed and soon.” He stood and paced his small office, stopping in front of the window, wracking his brain for any idea of who could help. Not much of a view, just the parking lot of a small strip mall. Litter floated across his view as the wind picked up. It looked like rain. The gray clouds matched his moods. Ominous and dark.

He turned and tripped on the throw rug his mother insisted brightened his office. His head hit the corner of his desk and he slowly stood up and held his hand over the wound, stumbling into his bathroom. He pulled off several paper towels to staunch the bleeding, holding them to his forehead as he stared in the mirror.

“You’re an idiot.”

To be continued…


 

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18 thoughts on “B – Bleeding”

  7. Phew! I’m finally back. Pushed a bit of snow off my steps. I blame my mother for my back…that’s a different story.
    You know, if you don’t get to the end, there’s always next year…or May and June. I have to go read now. I can’t even comment decently because I know there’s another installment waiting for me!

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  8. Ouch! Another in a series of bad decisions for your protagonist. I’ll have to get back to this another time but so far it’s quite promising. Alana ramblinwitham

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