The Morning After
The Morning After... Part 1 here: http://goo.gl/kgriq.
"Ooooo Sax, I don't feel so good", said Licorice Stick, attempting to open a valve.
The morning sun seemed blinding. Last night was a haze of cognac, candles and long, slow sax & clarinet duets at the Mead 'n Reed Pub.
She hadn't planned on staying over. And now her head was spinning.
"Ah Licorice Stick, you're out of practice. Perhaps a short rhapsody to get the pipes cleared out?" Sax murmured sweet 'n low, snuggling up closer.
"Sax really... wasn't last night enough?" Her reed still tasted of mead... and all she wanted was to climb back into her own snug little case.
"Ohhhh baby, it's #ManlyMonday... doesn't that mean anything to you?" he whispered seductively.
"Yes," she whispered back. "It means you need a good cleaning with special attention to that mouthpiece of yours." She sniffed. "And a new reed wouldn't hurt either."
She got up to leave. He reached out to pull her back to his case, but she twirled away and was upright in an instant.
"You think one night will undo everything?" Sax could be so self-absorbed.
"Licorice Stick... don't leave me! I'll change.. I'll, I'll.. stop hogging all the solos!"
She paused. He had never made that promise before. A new tactic? Or "The Real"?
"Well on that note..." she turned back for a moment. "C that you do and maybe we'll talk."
With that, she whisked out the door, leaving nothing but a trace of her fragrance ("CorqueWax"... which Sax found intoxicating) and the haunting echo of Rhapsody in Blue.
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