The pick fell from tattered fingers.
Drake hissed with pain and shook his hand.
Droplets of blood splattered the floor in an autograph of failure.
He desperately looked up from the guitar.
The devil was watching him.
A grin full of triumph and damnation twisting his demented face.
“You lose.”
So, this was inspired by another great prompt by the brilliant for his Fifties by the Fire series : -
The challenge was to write a 50 word story about a musician, an instrument or both. I went for the latter and, as usual, came up with something a bit spooky, that is my take on the tale, that’s been told in many different forms, originally concerning the blues legend, Robert Johnson, about playing the devil for your soul. I guess Drake wasn’t as lucky as Ralph Macchio or Jack Black!
Anyway, hope you enjoyed the story.
Thanks for reading. Until next time.
Love this. I immediately thought of Tenacious D! And also "an autograph of failure" is a sensational line.
I really enjoyed this, Daniel! Like Chris, I instantly thought of Tenacious D. Thank you for the mention. 🙏