Fantasy Literary Fiction

Pathapathy (free)

By Grayson Bray Morris
762 words · 3-minute reading time
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From the author: My name is Chaz Whitley, and I’m a musician. Used to be one. Am one. Hard to say now...


My name is Chaz Whitley, and I’m a musician. Used to be one. Am one. Hard to say now. In the six days since a woman in torn jeans and a sexy v-neck picked me up outside this fleabitten club and took my joie de vivre, I haven’t much cared to play. I haven’t much cared about anything, actually, except draining the gusto out of somebody else. In the giant don’t-give-a-fuck that my life’s become, that two minutes of bliss is all that drives me forward.

I still pick up the guitar every day. I’ve played for the better part of three decades, and apparently six days isn’t long enough to kill off the habit. It shrivels a little each day, though, and soon enough it’ll be part of who I used to be but no longer am.

Who I am now is an addiction, pure and simple.

I no longer wonder why she picked me. Not that I’d asked myself that at the time; I took her home and was on her before I’d even closed my apartment door, horny and hungry and more than happy to take what she was offering. She pushed me...

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