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Jessie bent beneath the tape her partner Jack held for her, “Hell of a way to die.”

Jack shrugged, “Crime of passion.”

Jessie looked up, up to the sinful gorgeous face of her partner, his Indian heritage and sighed, he was rarely wrong. He tossed back that long full mane of black hair, “I love this city; just to listen her sing.”

Jesse widened her eyes. “Sing?”

“Jessie, close your eyes and tell me what you hear. Go on.”

She closed her eyes and grumbled, “A frigging garbage truck, some man is screaming at his wife, babies crying.”

“What else, really listen?”

“Sirens, police, ambulance and fire trucks, and I hear the beep of a large truck backing up. I hear voices, slap of leather on the sidewalk, the click of heels. I hear cabbie yelling and tires splashing through the puddles from the earlier rain.”

“Ah yes,” she opened her eyes to see him smiling at her. That is our lady singing for us along with the music of the city.”

A hundred miles north their music would be crickets and tree frogs and the wind rustling It though the grass and branches of the trees.

She sighed, “You’re too deep for me, Jack, gimme the keys.”

“Really?” he always drove.

She snorted, “Yeah, you just sit back on the way to the station and listen to the symphony, I’ll drive.”

Date: 2012-02-10 12:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
LOL...great read.

Date: 2012-02-10 03:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Never thought of the noise of life as music..but yes it could be..A great read...

Date: 2012-02-10 11:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Actually I stole the idea from myself, on LOCI 100 I wrote something kind of like it with Bobby & Alex.

Date: 2012-02-11 08:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I think I remember that..


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