She sat on the floor, sweat dripping down her back. She hadn’t even known her aunt Lu existed until the lawyer called about the will.
This dingy little apartment looked like it might have been homey. She sunk into a reverie about what life would have been like in the French Quarter 40 years ago, over this old Jazz Club that had seen everything.
She was flipping through a photo album when she paused. Who was this happy family? The lawyer said she never married. Chills crawled up her spine as realization dawned: the pieces of Lu’s life toppled into place.
So my new fave gig is to play along with Lance at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog
This is called 100 Word Song and the deal is this: you have 7 days from his original post, to write 100 words inspired by Blood, Sweat, & Tears Lucretia Macevil. Please click over to Lance’s blog and use Mr. Linky to post your 100 then tweet, book o face, google +, smoke signal, pony express, or standard mail your 100 word song to everyone you know, and me.
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