THE GIG OF A LIFETIME, PART VIII; A SHORT STORY

It was late Friday night, sometimes early Saturday morning, and Mac was closing up his club he would pause and listen.  Lately, he always made sure he was alone when he locked.  For those nights were special.  Just before he turned the key in the door he would stand there, with the door slightly ajar, and listen.  From afar, he could hear the sweet sound of Sweats playing his sax.  But it wasn’t just Sweats playing.  There was also a tenor sax, drums and more.  The music was the sweetest Mac had ever heard. Mac lived for closing on those nights. 

Hope you enjoyed the story. There will be more posts coming. Short stories, poem, both published and nonpublished along with some thoughts and observations. Hope you stay tuned.