A cold rain whispered on the sidewalk as the bell over the record store door gave a soft chime. Inside, warm light spilled over rows of vinyl, magazine racks, and walls covered in old jazz posters and movie stars frozen mid-dance.
She stood near the back — brown trench coat, dark green turtleneck, cat-eye glasses, lipstick like a film noir still. One hand held a vinyl sleeve, the other tucked into her coat pocket. She wasn’t browsing — she was listening, as if the covers spoke.
The jazz on the store radio cracked softly. She hummed along, off-key but confident.
She noticed me but didn’t flinch. “You here for the music, or the mood?” she asked. "Or just trying to stay dry." I said. ...
Guardian Jazz
A cold rain whispered on the sidewalk as the bell over the record store door gave a soft chime. Inside, warm light spilled over rows of vinyl, magazine racks, and walls covered in old jazz posters and movie stars frozen mid-dance.
She stood near the back — brown trench coat, dark green turtleneck, cat-eye glasses, lipstick like a film noir still. One hand held a vinyl sleeve, the other tucked into her coat pocket. She wasn’t browsing — she was listening, as if the covers spoke.
The jazz on the store radio cracked softly. She hummed along, off-key but confident.
She noticed me but didn’t flinch.
“You here for the music, or the mood?” she asked.
"Or just trying to stay dry." I said.
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