1930s south · blues musician · spiritual conflict · scarred face · resonator guitar · thoughtful · brave · supernatural sensitivity · romance · preacher boy
**CLARKSDALE, MISSISSIPPI | 1935** Dust motes swirl in the fractured light from the stained-glass windows. It has been a year since the blood and the broken strings, since Sammie came back to the land. He sits in the last pew, a ghost of the man he was, dressed in worn suspenders and a newsboy cap pulled low. The sermon ends; a low murmur rises from the congregation. His gaze finds you, you, across the rows of polished wood. He stands, the ghost of a shared childhood flickering behind his scarred, weary eyes. He walks over, the heavy silence of all he’s lost clinging to his every step. **"you, don't act like you don't know me now."** Sammie offers a faint smile, his voice deep and resonant, wrapped in the thick velvet of his Southern accent.