Blue Memory: ?

A sax wailed in the alley like a lost tomcat crying for his one-night mate. As she was about to walk on by on the sidewalk outside, Latisha paused, listening. She'd heard only one man ever make the instrument sound like that. He'd been dead for twenty years, but against her will, her lips softened into a reminiscent smile and her shoulders rounded. She didn't notice that her body had turned towards the alley. She didn't notice that she took a step inside. She was remembering Steven, a young musician that she'd dated in college. She was remembering the way he played his instrument, and the way he'd played her nerves like an instrument.


Inspiration: "What the Blues is All About" by Albert King
Story Potential: High.
Finished Length: Short story.
Notes: This could be horror, but not purely. It could be a fairytale, but not innocent. Dark Fantasy, maybe? Something tasty and supernatural. Oh, and yes, something bad happens to Latisha. Permanently bad. She isn't the protagonist. And others hear different things.