A figure stood at the water’s edge, back turned. Long coat. Hair matted by salt spray. It was him. The him that had stayed. The him that had drowned one November night in a fight outside a blues bar called Sista Droppen – “The Last Drop.”
He reached for the volume knob to turn it down. His hand passed through it. Graveyard - Hisingen Blues -2011- FLAC 24 Bit V...
No. The room was passing through him .
The harmonica on “Longing” wailed, and Lukas felt a pull behind his navel. Not fear. Recognition. A figure stood at the water’s edge, back turned