Man, they say this guy could play a guitar like a sexy woman.
Make her purr, make her hum. Organismic sounds.
He get her talkin’ baby more than Frampton.
His laid down hot licks that set off sparks.
It was rumoured his talent had a little nudge from a certain fiend, I mean friend.
One last awesome tour, his goateed, physically handicapped (his feet were problems) friend as guest artist.
That guy fiddled something wicked.
But, guitar man, he really was on fire, like spontaneous combustion.
No one’s ended a set like that man. He’s one mean guitar legend.
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge #55