Emaciated by time, the hollow-eyed wraith at the cash register drew on his smoldering cigarette and released a ragged cough.
"You play?" he croaked.
I glanced up from the book of guitar chords, a dog-eared paperback with coffee-stained pages, but at forty-nine cents a real pawn shop bargain. "Yeah."
"Bored with the standard crap? Those open chords and whatnot?" He spewed smoke like a dragon in its final throes. "Looking for more advanced stuff, huh."
"Something like that." I hadn't come in here looking for conversation.
You can read the rest of the story here at Fear and Trembling, if you're so inclined. "Power Chords" was my Write1Sub1 for Week#31 and my first stab at urban fantasy/horror with spiritual underpinnings and a healthy dose of rock 'n' roll. Let me know what you think.
As always, thanks for reading!