The remaining members of the band were leaning over their fallen comrade. I parted them like Moses at the Red Sea and knelt down next to the percussionist. I felt for his pulse. If he had one it was weaker than I could determine.
The crowd was getting curious and began making their way to the stage. I turned and told them to stay back. Even though I was a great deal older than most of the regulars at my place, they respected me enough to do as I said.
I was afraid that this cat was out of lives...
Neville Hunt about 8 years ago
Love the 'cat' reference. Another excellent cultural marker which I imagine might be hidden to most. Great research, Christopher! And what's rapidly becoming a real page turner. Next please! :-)
Christopher about 8 years ago
Thank you, Neville. It's looking more and more like ole Jake is going to have to dust off his former skills and knowledge and put them back into action soon.
Christopher about 8 years ago
Thank you, L. Michelle.
Christopher almost 8 years ago
Thanks, Drew. I think he's pretty cool too.