Another nibble of Where Nerves End:
Want to play along? It’s fun and easy!Five years ago, my business partner, Rico, and I had gotten our hands on a deserted factory down the street from El’s pawn shop. After pouring an unholy amount of borrowed money into renovating the place, not to mention getting liquor and the permits to pour it, we’d hung out a sign, lit up the dance floor, and Lights Out was born.
Rico had beamed from behind the bar as our deejay played to a packed house that first night. “Like a phoenix from the ashes.”
And back then, maybe it was. With the cash flow these days, I was more inclined to compare it to a reanimated zombie no one had the heart to shoot in the face with a twelve gauge.
1. pick a project – a current WIP, contracted work or even something readers can buy if you’re published
2. pick six sentences
3. post ‘em on your blog or website on Sunday
Great imagery on that last line. Well done!
ReplyDeleteI like the contrast between "lit up the dance floor" and "Lights Out." And I loved the last line! :)
ReplyDeleteSuper six. I really feel for your narrator.
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