Day 16: Music in the Rain

For @thepromptfoundry ’s Jazzy July 174 word Hazbin Hotel ficlet. ~ A summer storm had rolled in and Alastor was home alone. He’d been left on charge of dinner, but that was largely a formality—the gumbo he’d helped his mother get started before she left could sit for hours on the stove, doing nothing but getting better as time passed, needing nothing more than the occasional stir, and Alastor was…