Heyem sits in the pub, talking with Jarad, as Farokh has taken to the stage and attached himself to a set of drums. He was invited to play by the band members, once he announced he was a drummer.

The writer gives life to a story, the reader keeps it alive.
You write so well~
Thank you, Cindy, that means a lot.
Oh, she’s so good – I almost feel sorry for whoever she picks up. Such a great character. Lovely drawing too. Have a great weekend, Cheryl!
Hi, Richard, yes that poor soul.. Heyem usually gets what she wants! Thank you, you have a good weekend too.
Enjoyed the read. Maybe I’m just cruel, but I didn’t feel much sympathy for Heyem.
Hi, John, glad you enjoyed it. Yes Heyem is someone who (possibly) grows on you over time!
I absolutely love the name of your blog. It made me stop, think and then laugh. Fabulous!