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Su Byron

Phillip Briggs sure does know how to set a swell scene.

John May

Reads like a short film , very enjoyable

Claudia

That is such a sad story. I know nothing about that world , but I am intrigued by that kind of a woman. Don't know why. Maybe it's because she knows how to manipulate and navigate people and situations. Others always seem so well put together. For my sake, i choose the happy ending. Positive. When in doubt, act as if. That's the third time I have made this point today. The sharkskin suit reminds me of early roman kings. I'm sure I missed something. I'll reread it in a little bit. Thank you.

Elizabeth Bowie

Really love this. Many years after the time this story was set in I got married in Brooklyn, and we lived in an apartment in Bensonhurst. A very Italian neighborhood, with many characters who both fascinated me and scared the hell out of me. This is a great short story. Makes me feel sentimental... Thank you for posting it.

Bonnie Ramba

These stories are always riveting for me. Can’t put them down once I’ve started. I really enjoy character studies! I tried imagining myself as Sally, but it was hard to do. However, as a chaplain, but flawed individual, I don’t judge. My unimpressive clothing, and goal to help people, would not have made me anyone’s favorite there. If I would have been playing Sally, I would probably have gotten “iced” by the end of the second page. If I could have changed what happened, Sally would have survived to lead a happier life. Thank you for giving us these stories. Sending my appreciation, and I am praying for you always 🕊️

Angela Zamparelli

"Eddie loved the idea of me. Not me.” Then she smiled for the first time I’d ever seeen.." I like how the character of Long Tall Sally steps out of folklore to become so real. How Bob makes her so true

Annie Stacie

This story might be my favorite so far. I read it whilst listening to "Mama Didn't Raise No Fool" by Primus. I can see Sally clearly in my mind's eye. I can even feel her. Hell I can smell her. I'm not gonna be able to forget her.

AVOLdesign

Thanks a lot. Great story. A peek into a lost world. I saw those kind of characters from afar, saw them drift by, when I was little. They came from a world you never really wanted to experience, but still wanted to. N. W. Refn could turn this into a fine movie.

Paul S

Reading this and thinking how good it would be to hear Mr Dylan read these stories. I can hear his voice when I’m reading this particular one. Imagine having these in a series of audio books read by the man himself.

Paddy Mcmahon

Anyone who complains about Dylan “ Hawking AI.” Is missing out on one of the most beautiful, exciting and interesting aspects of his career. Anyone who’s spent real time in Dylan’s creative world knows full well he is writing these stories and if he isn’t, why does it matter? It all comes from a place of love and theft. Keep em coming Bob.

Denise Sullivan

Love the Noir films in short story form. Neverending fun. ♥️

Melissa Brox

Most never realized she was just a woman trying to stay standing in a city designed to swallow people whole. Amen 🙏🏻

YangChild

I imagine she came back to die. She died the death she thought she deserved. Quite noble, really.

Sheri

I’d like to believe Bob Dylan is writing these , I can hear him reading them to me as I read ….I enjoy them always think about him sharing these is probably as close to him I will ever get . Much closer then the front row center stage show last year , Our heads are in the same place and for a moment each word Brings us together like Two ships passing in the night .I look forward to him , whether it be here , playing his music , or just A lovely thought in my head . Pretty happy to have him touch my life .

Maria

I am in you You are in me I don't know what to do The gift I made I need to give it to you The day is coming Where are you

JRS

Liley, Rosemary and ......Long Tall Sally!

amyJ

thoughts on long tall sally by ... ? Edgar Wallets I think. this story leaves me with questions… I wonder what that bad news was that effected their faces like that? I wonder if sally could’ve killed ole’ loverchops? missing a whole year is something. I wonder if what the bartender said about love and survival is true? lip-sticked sadness lip-glossed grief chap-sticked sorrow dry-lipped weep (that Edgar fella’s quite a writer- very inspiring.) -- post note: Phllip Briggs is the writer's name I heard long tall sal’ kicked the booze and the violent men and ran off with long time bestie, short small suze’. apparently they live on a street with no name in New Mexico, with loads of cats and cockatiels. that means there’s still nearly always some kind of violent chase afoot (to which they’re accustomed) but a relatively manageable one. I heard sally still smokes, and she still doesn’t “belong” to anyone. and both of those things still make everyone crazy for some reason.

Ed Lydian

I’m on the L train

Roz Haddon

‘Sadness wearing lipstick’ love this one! Thankyou Bob ❤️

Amber Martinez

Great story choice as per usual ma guy! Also nice to know some things never change…Like New Yorkers and their affinity for cocaine…🖤🤍🩶💋

Abigail Zero

This is really sad, as a person who has been threatened by people, including a very close group of friends of a person who worked for you. I hear what you're saying. It is really sad.

Sheri

Love the stories , We all have met Sally in some bar . For me it was in the early 80’s . My grandmother had a restaurant and lounge in Seattle , after work I d spend a bit of time in the bar . I was younger then the average guest, but I enjoyed watching and listening to these people . Got to know them , their schedules what they drank , most of their troubles and they definitely were into coke and really always had something going . Then there was a choice few , Sallies and that was that !