Music: "Paloseco Brazz Bossa Trumpet" by The Paloseco Brazz Orchestra, licensed under Creative Commons from ccMixter.
You may notice a bit of a drawl in my reading this week. It crept in while I was rehearsing; it just felt more natural for this narrator to have a bit of an accent.
I imagine this scene as being somewhere near New Orleans, and that the bluesy trumpet is being played by an off-duty doughboy, thinking of home while he waits in the mud. Maybe this is the longest he's ever been away from his family. Maybe he's a little happy about that. But just a little.
2 comments:
Too much accent, I think. But the problem is that I identify that accent with the redneck sheriff from HLoTF.
I like this story, but it's been on 365 tomorrows before. I'm too lazy to compute the diffs, so what work have you done on it recently?
-jeff
PS: I'm working on another story idea, and this one I'm going to write down myself!
Actually, this was never on 365tomorrows. I sent it to you when you were bored in Africa and whining about it. :)
I haven't make many changes to it since then. I think I replaced "balls" with "scrotum" and gave Jackson a reaction shot and a line of dialogue.
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