This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
The words of the old song were now becoming an ear worm that echoed within his emotionally damaged brain without end. Except her name was not Lucille and he didn’t have four hungry children and a crop in the field. But close. His hunger now filled by the need for more cocaine was making him wander dangerously in the fields of some very nasty figures. From mingling with the starts to eating pizza in a low rented hotel room all the result of chasing a beauty and her whims. Take me back country roads.
Oh Danny Boy! 
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Sounds like a lonely, miserable left life..
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Loved the interplay of the songs to set the mood. Great job.
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That earworm is in mine now, thank you! I think you’ve got a typo – starts should be stars?
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Thanks for the catch. Looked that over 10 times myself and still missed it!
DJ
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I love song lyric based tales and this was a good one.
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Wow! you took this full circle – from you picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille to Take me back country roads. Well done.
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Thanks for the nice comment.
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Loved the use of song lyrics in this.
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Many thanks!
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Mmm-mm. Pizza and wine. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out…..
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