A Weary Night in New Orleans
A 50-Word Story
The jazz club was smoky. I grabbed a bourbon at the bar and sat in a dark corner. Weary. Listening — eyes half closed.
A voice drifted by. Her voice. Angelic, like a million heavenly symphonies.
It’d been a long time since I’d been to church, but tonight, God found me.
©2020 Lori Carlson. All Rights Reserved.
Thanks to Justin Deming for The Friday Fix Story Prompt for July 3rd, 2020 — Lisa Sawyer
After listening to the video, for some reason, a jazzy scene entered my mind. I also wanted to highlight Lisa Sawyer’s voice and the religious aspect of the song’s ending.
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Lori Carlson writes poetry, fiction, articles and personal essays. Most of her topics are centered around Relationships, Spirituality, Life Lessons, Mental Health, and the LGBTQ+ community. She currently writes for Loose Words,💜POM💜 , Illumination, The Friday Fix, House of Haiku, Know Thyself, Heal Thyself, The Purple Pen, Blue Insights, a Few Words, and Tempest in Under 1000
