Suzie Tremors and the Barbarians of Speed

Chapter Five

Ken Preston

14 February 2024

An illustraation of an angry punk woman screaming into a microphone.

I’m almost finished now, all right?

We’re nearly at the end.

You’re recording all this, right?

I had a plan.

Doesn’t everybody have a plan? Man makes plans, and God laughs, that’s what my old man used to say.

We headed back to the bar, back to the gig. Suzie and the Barbarians were playing a second gig there the next night. The guitars and the drums and everything, it was all just as they had left it.

The basement stank of sweat and booze and vomit. A blue light illuminated the bar, but the place was deserted.

Suzie climbed up on the stage and got hold of the mic. She wrapped her hands around it, the way she held it when she screamed into it.

And she said, ‘Take my photo. One last time, before it’s over.’

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