Mother said she was born forty: older and wiser than even she. There were no learning experiences. She should know better.

In the midst of Frank and Tommy—to spite mother, she took to Russian roulette.

When death lost its appeal, music came. Lives of glamour.

Rock’n’roll.

She kissed a blonde Stone; another bought her coke. Poetry personified sex in the Lizard King. She met a large mouthed arrow-smith Boston boy. She fell in love with Jimmy Page.

But when she looked into his grey eyes and saw that carefree youth, her mature years knew he would break her heart.

A short story I wrote for a contest. 100 words. I think I might post the extended version sometime also. Are the rock stars (besides Mr. Page) she met obvious?