It’s a quick and dirty flash fiction from the side of our filthy rock star. My question to you, dear reader, is he still hungover with the feelings he once had and chasing shadows? Or… if you sync that much with someone, can you feel them whenever you’re together? Does the magnetism, emotional or otherwise, still pull you together in a way time can’t erase? Let me know what you think in the comments.

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Woods, 2010

We jammed so hard tonight, I felt the magic kicking in. The kind that made me miss the woman who I sang about. The one I once wanted to share this with. But that hadn’t happened.

I stepped up to sing, rocking my guitar, my eyes scanning the crowded open air venue in the defiantly fading sunset. Something about the heat and the seating kept pulling my eyes to this one patch of lawn seating on the right side. 

I swore I saw her there, in the far distance. I didn’t need to see her face clearly to feel her watching me. Even back when I was starting out with this band, she had a way of staring at me from across a packed bar and making me feel like we were the only ones there. 

But I couldn’t be sure. I felt it, yet every time I looked away for a mark or a move I was supposed to hit, I would look back and not see her. I didn’t know if I saw her for real or if I just wished I did.