(Chet Baker huddled over his horn before the music explodes. The quote in the title is from the video at the end of Robert’s contest submission. Read his entry, and view the clip)
Dimensions In Ego (Prologue)
by Robert Marazas
Brad stayed under the speed limit on the long road out of the Army base. He was anxious, watching for MPs, even with his discharge papers ready on the seat beside him. The past three years flashed by in his mind: the endless monotonous days in the peacetime Army, broken only by playing in the military band and in his off-duty hours sitting in in any local jazz joint he could find.
Now he was free. He left the base and did not look back but still kept his speed easy. Take no chances. Somewhere up ahead, far from his three year self-imposed exile, he would find a gas station and slip inside the rest room as Corporal Brad Chance, and after discarding his itching uniform in the trash and changing into the street clothes hanging from a hook in the back seat, emerge as Civilian Brad Chance, musician.
He pictured the route to Buffalo. These last two weeks he had memorized the map. It would be a snap, except for one thing. He gritted his teeth and swore to himself that he would not glance at the sign to his home town as he passed it, would not think about Maggie and the police and death. All that was his past. Buffalo was his future, and when they watched him bring that trumpet up to his lips and heard him blow, the past wouldn’t matter.
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