Sidewalk Sirens
A 50-word story by Liska McCabe
Sidewalk Sirens
by Liska McCabe
Zydeco dances on the breeze. Wandering. Searching.
The music moves him, captivates him. Lyrics he can’t understand beckon him closer to the trio. Their dead eyes and spindly fingers grasp him. No escape. He blows his new horn through falling tears. Happy music floats again, and the quartet plays on.
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Lenny hung the Beizzkioo Poster over his bed and stepped back. He had to leave his fifteen-year-old self before the folks came home. The kid wouldn’t understand but he’d remember. The Beizzkioos shared their pirated music across the timeline for a century. When he grew up, he’d found the band.
The accordion, it play. Trio got horn an gie-tar too. Smoove as silk but tempo it charm dem walkin' da sidewalk pass by the hat. Trickle of nickel and dime. The green beans ain't salted til the hat full. Laissez les bons temps rouler. Watch out sole of shoe, friend.