The Story of a Song Writer

George remembered the song they danced to. The tempres lead singer had a falsetto that was like velvety crushed ice. When she asked him to burn her with her cigarette, which she held out to him, he told her there'd been a misunderstanding. He slept in his car that night, the wind angrily rocking it on its springs. Later he regretted having been abrupt with the woman. She had tried to backpedal the request. He'd left anyway, i ain't the one. That was five years ago. Jenny was now more successful as a song writer than george was. For himself, he never wanted anything out of reach. He went where doors opened,