“Devon searched the lot, but he also searched the skies. He didn’t know, maybe PJ was just a bird now. Maybe he swooped the skies over the lot, or anywhere, and listened to the music from above. Or maybe the music and partying didn’t mean anything anymore to him. He was such an institution in the scene though. Back in the 80s, Devon remembered PJ everywhere he went, sitting on a blanket talking to a lady, swinging his goods on Shakedown, twirling with the spinners, holding lofty conversation with Deadhead come lawyers. He could bridge things and people.”

Original excerpt from Birdenwheel by Lindsay Anne Rice

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