Freddy Lee Ain't Got No Horn: Short Fiction

Updated on January 14, 2020
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Chris has written more than 200 flash fiction/short stories. Working Vacation was 21st out of 6,700 in the 2016 Writer's Digest competition.

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The waitress delivered apple pie to one patrolman and lemon to the other. She refilled their coffee, more cream for the short one. Sallyanne they called her, all one word, just like she spelled it. Her hair was bleach blonde, platinum blonde, it didn’t matter. It all came out of the same bottle. A tall man stepped in, head down, hands in the pockets of his grimy, torn trousers. He looked up when Sallyanne asked him if he wanted coffee. He slid the hat off his head and told her yes, ma’am, he reckoned he would.

The taller cop motioned to the stool next to his, and Freddy “The Blow” Lee sat down.

“Been playing that horn, Freddy Lee?”

“You know I ain’t got no horn no more’. Don’t tease me. I miss it too much.”

“I know, but you’re too good to just give up.”

“You want me to go out and buy a new horn, Sly? You know how I live. I ain’t got no money.”

Sallyanne brought the coffee. “No charge, Freddy Lee.”

“I thank you, Miss Sallyanne.”

“You wait right here, Freddy Lee,” said Sly. “I gotta run out to the patrol car and make sure that wife beating, son-of-a-bitch, hasn’t killed himself by bashing his head against the window.”

“Go on now,” said Freddy Lee. “I just walked past your black-n-white an’ there ain’t nobody in there.”

“Damn.” The cop stood up from the red vinyl covered stool. “Guess he already got away. I’ll be right back.”

“What’s that no-good cop up to?” Freddy Lee asked the other officer.

“Like he told you, he’s gotta check up on our prisoner in the car.”

“Ain’t no damn prisoner out there, an’ you know it.”

Tom Waits: Nighthawks at the Diner, Tracks One Through Nine

The door swung open and Sly entered carrying an old case. It was smaller than a suitcase but built the same, more or less.

Freddy Lee looked at the cop, then at the case. His head snapped back sharply, and he nursed his coffee as if trying to ignore the scene. “Don’t do that, Sly. Don’t you do it.”

“I’m gonna do it. It’s mine to give, and I’m giving it to you.”

“That belonged to your son, before—”

“That’s right, and he can’t play it now. But you can, Freddy Lee. You can play this horn in memory of my son.”

He took the fabric covered case and looked at it as though he had never seen a trumpet case before. But he was more than just familiar with a trumpet. Even the best in the business had once come to the nearby city to hear him play the club scene.

Freddy Lee was up in lights all over town. People cheered him, tipped him, and some of the ladies let him know in no uncertain terms how much they loved him.

That’s when somebody introduced Freddy Lee to cocaine and a high that went along with the fame, the money and the women. The craving grew, and he practiced less. It was downhill from then on. The nickname, “The Blow”, had less to do with his trumpet playing than it did with the drug and the end of his career.

Recording contracts came and expired with no response. Gigs that were filled with excited fans emptied out as disillusioned people laughed him to scorn.

Freddy Lee had eventually come to terms with his addiction, but none of the old friends in the music business wanted to gamble on his sobriety.

He set the case on the counter and fumbled with the latches. It was a horn that had been rented several times to hopeful music students at the local public junior high school. The tarnished yellow brass did not change Freddy Lee’s wonder. “I’ll take good care of it, Sly. You bet I will.”

“Play something,” said the short cop.

“Yeah, said Sallyanne, play somethin for us.”

“No, not now. I got to practice. My lips and fingers need lots of practice before I can play in public.” Freddy Lee laid the horn back in its case with the tenderness of a mother placing her infant in a crib. “But when I’m ready to play, I’ll do it here. Maybe some of your friends and family would like to come too.” He walked to the door and spoke without turning. “I feel like I just got my soul back.”

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No one saw him for weeks. Sly was ready to go out to the shack that was hidden away on state land until one night, while he was eating pie in the diner, Freddy Lee walked through the door.

“I can still play. I always thought my talent would probably just run off like a beat dog.” Freddy Lee wore the same tattered rags, but somehow, he looked younger, healthier. A smile beamed across the room. “I’m gonna play a whole concert right here on Friday night. I got some old friends to join me. It took some talkin, but when they heard me play, they was up for it.”

“Who’d you get to join you, Freddy Lee?” Officer Sly stood up from the red vinyl stool.

“I got Curly on the drums, Lightnin on the electric keyboard. I got Wheezer on the sax, an’ Bubba on the bull fiddle.”

“That’s quite a lineup. If the recording companies get wind of this, they might just show up too.”

“I don’t care about recordin. I’m just happy to be playin the horn again.”

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The first thing the diner owner did on Friday was to move the concert outside. His establishment wasn’t large enough to hold even a quarter of the crowd that had gathered, and people were still arriving.

Someone pulled a flatbed truck in front of the crowd to be used as a stage. Another person ran an electric cord for the keyboard from the diner. But where were Freddy Lee and the band? A few skeptics chanted, “Blow—Blow—Blow”, but few joined in.

On by one, the band members walked into the crowd. The music was subtle, mixing with the ambient sounds of the people and the nearby freeway. At first it was a low, rhythmic plunking of the big bass fiddle. Brushes on the drumhead joined in, and the two musicians mesmerized the crowd. The keyboard picked up and jazz filled the air when the saxophone began to moan and whine. People danced in the parking lot.

The music paused. Someone started to clap, but then—

The sound was crisp and shrill, a high note that made the crowd go wild. Freddy Lee was back. The band finished the first piece on the ground, mixing with the people. After that, they climbed up on the flatbed and proceeded to thrill everyone with a sound that most had thought was gone forever.

The band played for an hour without anyone saying a word. Finally, Freddy Lee stepped forward and raised his hand to quiet the crowd. Everyone waited. Many had seen Freddy Lee in his glory days. They had also witnessed his fall. The man stood before them like Lazarus. “You all know my friend, and yours too, unless you’re speedin through town when he’s on duty...Officer Sly Richardson.”

The crowd applauded politely.

“Many of you also knew Sly’s wife, Jamika.” Freddy Lee held the horn high. “This horn belonged to their seven year old son, Jamere. Mother and son died in a tragic mass shooting in the city three years ago today. This song is for them, the whole family.”

The sad jazz ballad swept the crowd away in emotion and wonder. At the end, when the people had quieted down, Freddy Lee and the band ventured into the crowd to show their appreciation.

Wynton Marsalis - The Ballad of the Sad Young Men

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Officer Sly sat at the diner’s counter sipping coffee. His partner sat next to him.

“Sly, you gotta go out there and see what’s going on. I know you want to respect his privacy, but he may need help.”

Sly drove alone out to the state land where Freddy Lee lived. It was 3 a.m., and the shack was dark. He picked up his flashlight and climbed out of the car. Several times he called, but there was no answer. He didn’t want to enter, but his compassion for this man drove him through the dirty curtains that served as a door. Inside, the place looked and smelled cleaner than when he had last been here.

A mattress lay on the floor in the corner. Sly could see by the light of the moon shining through the window that it was occupied. He moved closer. “Freddy Lee,” he called. “Freddy Lee, it’s me, Sly.” The form did not move. Finally, Sly raised the flashlight.

The smile on Freddy Lee’s face spoke of joy and peace. His hands clutched the trumpet and held it close to his chest. Sly touched his friend’s wrist to check for a pulse.

“If you don’t find it, feel free to pull the sheet up over my face.”

Sly jumped, and Freddy Lee started laughing so hard he couldn’t sit up.

“You thought I was dead?” said Freddy Lee, still laughing. He rolled onto his side and pulled his knees to his chest.

“Well, you looked so peaceful—and that smile—”

Freddy Lee finally was able to sit up with his feet over the edge of the mattress. “Tonight, like almost every night, I did two things in the city. I played at one of the clubs where I hang out with the old crowd. Some of them are still doin the blow, you know. So before I even went to rehearsal, me and a few of the old gang got together for one of them meetins where you sit around and talk about how you stay sober.”

“So you aren’t just alive, you’re living it up,” said Sly.

“Alive and well because of a good deed done by a good friend.” He held up the trumpet that shined in the light of the moon.

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© 2019 Chris Mills

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    • cam8510 profile imageAUTHOR

      Chris Mills 

      8 months ago from Traverse City, MI

      I added an alternate ending to this story. There was some discussion about that in the comments when I first published. If you read it before, you might remember that when Sly went to Freddy's home, Freddy was really dead. I got thinking about that and realized that it added nothing to the story but unnecessary sadness. It did not carry the story forward in any way. So, I rewrote it like this. I hope you enjoy the story.

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      Chris Mills 

      13 months ago from Traverse City, MI

      Yves, thank you. I enjoyed creating these characters. I'm glad you enjoyed them as well.

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      Yves 

      13 months ago

      Chris....A beautiful story about second chances, healing and redemption. I loved it. It kept my attention from beginning to end. Each character was believable. Well done.

    • cam8510 profile imageAUTHOR

      Chris Mills 

      14 months ago from Traverse City, MI

      Shauna, I have to learn how to finsh a story in a way that provides satisfaction without killing off my characters. There can never be a Freddy II. Thanks for reading and for speaking up.

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      Shauna L Bowling 

      14 months ago from Central Florida

      Chris, this story gave me goosebumps! I enjoyed every minute of it. I imagined myself at the concert. What a good time!

      It was sad to learn of Blow's death, but he died in peace and had made peace with himself.

      Love, love, love this story!

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      Chris Mills 

      14 months ago from Traverse City, MI

      Genna, Tom is the best. He's my go-to songwriter when I need a boost. Thank you for your thoughts about the story. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

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      Chris Mills 

      14 months ago from Traverse City, MI

      Ann, I appreciate that feedback. I don't like to redo stories except to do some editing to make it read better. Substantially changing a story I've written, especially giving it a completely new ending makes me feel sad about the story, as if it wasn't right. I'm not saying I wouldn't rewrite, but I am hesitant. I just have to be thoughtful when I write endings so I'm not taking a predictable way out by killing off the character.

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      Genna East 

      14 months ago from Massachusetts, USA

      Ohhhh...Tom Waits. I was first introduced to his gravelly voice decades ago by a writer who was a fan of the late Jack Kerouac. There's no one else like him.

      What a compelling story, Chris. I'm misty-eyed, wishing I could have been there to hear Freddie play -- from his resurrection, to the dedication to Sly and his family. We need more beautifully written stories like this.

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      Ann Carr 

      14 months ago from SW England

      An alternative ending is often a good idea though I did think they were going to find him 'at rest'. I think it rounds off the story well, kind of a peaceful and, for him, satisfactory ending. Perhaps he could've gone on to greater things but then would he have followed the old path to destruction again? I think probably not!

      I think that when we enjoy writing a story, our enthusiasm shows through and makes the story all the better.

      Anyway, it's a great story.

      Ann

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      Chris Mills 

      14 months ago from Traverse City, MI

      Ann, thank you for finding this story. I always appreciate your enthusiasm and feedback. I have to say, I regret killing off my character in this one. I've considered an alternate ending. What do you think? One way or the other, I enjoyed writing this story.

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      Ann Carr 

      14 months ago from SW England

      What a wonderful story, Chris! Brought a tear to my eye too. I could feel the air and hear the music - great!

      Ann

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      Chris Mills 

      15 months ago from Traverse City, MI

      Pamela, Thank you. I'm thinking it is a little too sad, so I may write an alternate ending and tag it on. Drop by if you see the title say something about "With alternate ending."

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      Chris Mills 

      15 months ago from Traverse City, MI

      Ruby, for ten more weeks I'll be dragging myself around on the night shift. I appreciate your words about the story.

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      Chris Mills 

      15 months ago from Traverse City, MI

      Eric, I'll see what I can do about a "live longer ending."

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      Chris Mills 

      15 months ago from Traverse City, MI

      John, sorry it's been three days since you commented. The night shift has me a bit unfocused. I'm still considering a rewrite of this one. There was no clear reason for Freddy to die.

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      Pamela Oglesby 

      15 months ago from Sunny Florida

      What a sad, but toching story! It is so sweet, and I felt like I was there. You are an excellent sory writer when can touch someone's heart in the way you dd with this story.

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      Ruby Jean Richert 

      15 months ago from Southern Illinois

      I'm sitting here crying like a baby. This sweet story got to me, and soo well written. The words you used to showcase Freddy Lee made him seem so real. I used to work the night shift and about 4 AM I was needing coffee bad. More please...

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      Eric Dierker 

      15 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Had me whimpering from the first. I am about ready to get my reed horn back. Perfect timing. Although I would like that live longer ending.

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      John Hansen 

      15 months ago from Queensland Australia

      Having alternative endings is not a bad idea. There is an author called Mark Tufo who has a series of books (Indian Hill is one) that all start off the same with three friends being involved in a car crash. But from that moment on there are different outcome scenarios, one or two may die, or they may all survive etc....but what happens from there on has limitless possibilities.

    • cam8510 profile imageAUTHOR

      Chris Mills 

      15 months ago from Traverse City, MI

      Thank you, John. I should write a few alternative endings for this one. It could have gone in at least a couple of different directions.

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      John Hansen 

      15 months ago from Queensland Australia

      What a sad but beautiful story, Chris. You did an excellent job capturing the emotions with this one. Loved it.

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