at the hospital

Hey Frank, when’s your band gonna play again?” Marie’s voice dripped with melancholy.

What?” Frank sat up quickly. “Ah. Well, Top Heavy might play at First Night again this year, but we don’t have anything else planned, not for this summer anyway. How come you ask?” Marie hadn’t attended even one of Frank’s gigs in years.

Oh, I was just thinking back to your Sex Wax days. That was fun, wasn’t it, Frank?” He was so dreamy. Marie closed her eyes, head resting on the pillow again.

Yeah, that was fun.” He kissed her forehead.

(Exactly one hundred words from my novel-in-progress.)