Purple Haze
Jimi had his head in a book but he wasn’t reading. His thoughts were still back at the club, with the girl he’d met last night.
It made him late. He jumped out of bed, head still elsewhere, to get ready for the day.
The spam looked like human tongues as it crackled and spat, bubbling up at the edges, taunting him as the frying pan belched smoke though his damp kitchenette.
He’d got the gas too high. The violet flames licked the outside of the blackened frying pan as he wondered how he could get hold of her number.
- Category: General / Misc
- Tags: Breakfast hendrix
6 comments add one below
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Neville Hunt almost 8 years ago
And the smoke cries scary.
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Lisa Williams almost 8 years ago
(Sorry, I don't know what that means)
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Neville Hunt almost 8 years ago
Sorry, it's an allusion to another Hendrix song 'The wind cries Mary'. Silly comment of mine; sorry I made it :-(
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Lisa Williams almost 8 years ago
Oh shush with the silly! I thought it was probably lyrics but didn't recognise. As ever appreciate you reading- thank you x
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Neville Hunt almost 8 years ago
You're welcome, Lisa. I like the way you write and the subjects you choose....and the fact that like me, you appear to be very enthusiastic for drabble writing!
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Lisa Williams almost 8 years ago
Thanks both for encouragement to carry on with them xx
