“The first jazz musicians played in the same part of New Orleans where slaves would gather to dance,” you say, taking another sip of merlot, dark as blood.
This is the first line of a piece of flash fiction I just submitted to Popshot magazine. It’s a really well produced publication which pairs writers with illustrators, and if you ever get the chance to pick up a copy, I advise you to do so.
If they accept the story for their forthcoming ‘Birth’ issue, then I’ll be keeping it under my hat until the magazine is published. If they reject it, I’ll post it on here for you to read.