Keith Johns
Stories (1/0)
Born to be Country
As Craig walked the worn limestone river path, the stars gave just enough light, so he wouldn’t trip on the occasional rock or small boulder that popped up along the trail that perched on the river’s edge. His floppy eared basset hound Elvis, wet nose up, happily inhaled the fresh summer scents. This nightly routine was Craigs respite from long days of working as a life insurance agent, a job Craig had only intended to be temporary. Talking to people about their impending demise had turned into 15 miserable years where every day tasted like a Monday and every evening was saturated with the promise of another dreadful workday the next morning. As the sound of the rushing river current and the cool night breeze washed over him, he could feel the ever-present tension in his body drift away into the night. His minds usual flip flopping over the actuarial table’s death rate for the morbidly obese had stopped and he began to dream about his passion of moving to Nashville and becoming a country music artist. A dream he had put off for more than a decade because of his own life which had become its own tragic country song of sorts. Lost love, broken hearts and wasted moments. In fact, that was going to be the name of his first album which he knew would give him the adulation of the future fans which were just patiently waiting for his debut. Unfortunately, his divorce from 5 years ago had put him into a semi-permanent state of debt that kept him from relocating until he could pay off the remaining agreed to settlement. Just waiting for a miracle, Craig thought. Which could be the name of one of his many future hit singles. Along with Damn you Colleen, the name of his ex-wife. Craig pulled out his small black Moleskine notebook and pen from his back jeans pocket and made a few quick notes. Just waiting for a miracle & Damn you Colleen. *Future hits*.
By Keith Johns 3 years ago in Beat