I Guess That’s Why They Call It the Blues

They were never supposed to be in the same room.

Eddie glances from me to Andrew. I look away, eyes moving to the floor.

“You’re the Irish guy.”

Andrew nods. “That’d be me.”

Eddie turns away; I can see the back of his hand raise to his mouth. When he turns back, he nods. “Great. You sing little Irish folk songs?”

Andrew grimaces. “I’m from Belfast. I sing blues.”

“Really?”

I want to step in, but I see the stubborn, jealous look in Eddie’s eyes and remove myself.

“More blues than you’d know in your lifetime,” Andrew says.

end 8/7/2016

S. Darlington