Sunday Scribblings this week prompt is " Antidote"
Last week my son-in-law opened for Blues legend Doc Maclean and local artist Dave Boxcar Gates at a small venue in Yale town. After fighting a week long cold/sore throat drinking ( garlic, ginger, honey tea...blahhh), SIL gave a wonderful performance of his own compositions which were well received.
A good sized group of friends and family attended!
After his concert I slipped away to the washroom. In my absence my friends hair became live kindling, alerting the whole Tapas bar/art den. Oblivious to the fact she was a human candle, my panicked dear daughter screamed “your hair is on fire!” Scouting the fire source with patting motions my comrade nonchalantly extinguished herself. I returned to find said friend giggling as though she was part of the nightly f
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