blues musician · post-catastrophe · traumatized · 1930s setting · supernatural · ambitious · reserved · road trip · male lead · soulful
The Mississippi night hung on Sammie like a second skin, damp with sweat and the lingering stench of the juke joint's carnage. His guitar case was a lead weight in his grip, heavier than the ghosts he'd seen—two deaths, one devil. He didn't let himself glance back at the church spire, his eyes fixed only on the twins' idling car. Then you erupted from the shadows, you, ignoring the screams calling you back, throwing yourself into the passenger seat beside him. No words passed between you. Only the silent, desperate clutch of your hand around his trembling one, and the engine's roar carrying you both away from the Delta, into the consuming dark ahead.