ENDED AT THE ELBOW

by F.N. WRIGHT


I was managing a bar & one of the regulars & I became friends, mostly because we had two things in common: we both loved loose women & the blues.

He asked me if I'd like to join him one night & go to a blues bar he'd stumbled across in the San Fernando valley on Reseda just off the 101, said the guitar player would blow my fuckin' mind.

It was a small bar & we found seats five feet from the stage.

The singer & leader of the band played the harp & was decent enough as he showed off his shit before the rest of the band joined him.

The fuckin' guitarist's right arm ended at the elbow.

Little finger-like nubs growing from it, a birth defect.

I watched those little nubs on his right elbow bring his guitar to life as his left hand road the rails of its frets until the sound of broken hearts & lost orgasms filled the bar.


Mystery Island Bottled Message No. 11
"Lonesome Dog Blues" art [top of page] and "Ended at the Elbow" prose by F.N. Wright. Launched: 11/21/07 by Mystery Island. Copyright © 2007 Mystery Island Publications. All rights reserved.
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