by Lynn Lipinski | Apr 25, 2015 | Flash Fiction Friday
Editor’s note: you can read Part 3 here. The smell of diesel fuel and exhaust hit Neil’s nose, then gave way to the disinfectant and alcohol smell of the emergency room. Last time Neil was in an emergency room, his mother was still alive, a cut on her head...
by Lynn Lipinski | Apr 24, 2015 | Flash Fiction Friday
Editor’s note: You can read part 2 here. Still in shock, Neil found himself walking ten blocks back to his car, a dark green Toyota mini-pickup, not sure how it had come to be that he would to take Melly to the hospital. There’d been some confusion after Linus...
by Lynn Lipinski | Apr 17, 2015 | Flash Fiction Friday
[Editor’s note: you can read part 1 here.] Feeling some trepidation at following a stranger to an unknown location, Neil trailed behind Linus, his guitar case banging against his thigh. The other man carried Neil’s mini-amp in one hand, the extension cord...
by Lynn Lipinski | Mar 13, 2015 | Flash Fiction Friday
Neil crunched through the chords of AC/DC’s “Thunderstruck” on the corner of Hill Street and Main in Santa Monica, the mini-amplifier stealing power from the corporate coffee seller without gaining the attention of its many baristas. If the caffeine junkies sitting...
by Lynn Lipinski | Oct 31, 2010 | Personal
He created the haunting, swampy guitar sound that made the Smiths’ How Soon Is Now? the perfect anthem for all my teenage angst. Happy 47th birthday to our generation’s signature guitarist.
