heading out

“You ready?”

“I’m ready.”

“So let’s go.”

“Gone,” I said, reaching for the door. We made our way to the convertible and climbed in. Another night. Another bunch of songs.

The roads were nearly deserted by eight o’clock but in the heat of the summer the sun still shone brightly. I had some of the songs I considered singing playing on the stereo and tested my voice against the lyrics. I had been singing so often lately, that I had to be cautious of over-working my voice but on that particular night, I was going strong, full of verve, ready to shine.

About David Cain

David Cain, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Witch, Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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