SILHOUTTE LOUNGE

The lounge singer no longer sings at the Silhouette Lounge. What good is a lounge singer if she has no voice?

She noticed it start to go and cried bitterly after she finished her swan song.

                       ——-———

Norris goes back to the same club over and over. Seeking approval for being a weirdo. Eccentric outfits but no one remembers Norris. I love the old Norris. Not the new Norris. Not this cool Norris. You’re more of a coward now, Norris.

                          ——-———

I spot the back of his head from across the bar. A stomach drops because he’s here. I’m shown what it would look like if I ran up behind him and swung an ax. I bet it’ll sound like when the scary man’s dull knife beats the coconuts on the dangerous beaches of Copacabana.

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