Because I do this
A psychic friend told me recently I'd have three serial going at some point. GK is one, the second one, I think, is tentatively called "Lainie" and is about an indentured servant, and the third may be this one, which is tentatively called
He saw her before he heard her, standing on the pier in the mercury lights with a couple of bored-looking people who must have been friends. She looked strong, and she handled her guitar more like a shovel, but there was something graceful in her movements. As he got closer, he began to hear her over the wind and surf, singing strong and passionate against railing acoustic strings:
Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall...
Jeremy loved that song, and to hear it again, even on an acoustic guitar on a Manhattan Beach pier instead of on his iPod on Manhattan Island made him almost visibly ache. He set his chin and followed the sound of a song that wouldn't be written for four more years.