Jazz
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2020 by Mat Twassel
Flash Story: Joni goes to Jazz Club every Thursday night. Her guy stays home and does the dishes. Until this time.
Caution: This Flash Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction .
My baby loves jazz. Dizzy, Monk, Bird. Joni goes to Jazz Club every Thursday night, seven to ten, at the town library. I stay home and scrub pots, shampoo the kitten, launder the bed sheets. I’m more the classical kind of guy.
Joni dresses up. The swirly skirt that shows her lovely legs. The slinky top. The sly perfume. We’re in the driveway kissing goodbye. “What’s on tap tonight?” I ask.
“Early Blues,” Joni answers, slipping into her red Miata.
The pots shine. The kitten purrs. The bed sheets smell sunshine fresh. Bach, Beethoven, Brahms. I drive to town, park in the library lot, take the creaky stairs to the basement meeting room.
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.