Thursday, January 9, 2014
"No, no, no, Robert, that's no good!''
"You're right, Jimmy. Lemme try it again."
''Please do, man! We've been at this for hours now."
"Here goes: Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to a burgundy shack at the beach ...."
"Terrible, just terrible! Serves us right for trying to write a song about that stupid picture you took at Brighton Beach!''
"You have a better idea, Jimmy?'
''I do. Listen: Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway up a rock to no place in particular .... "
"That stinks! This is Hell trying to finish this song.''
''Sure is, Robert! But when we do finish, I've a feeling it's gonna be Heaven!"
Frankly I like"Stairway to a Burgundy Shack at the Beach," but sadly that's not what was chosen. If you want to see what the other Friday Fictioneers chose to write about this week in response to the picture prompt above, click here on your own very personal Stairway to No Place in Particular.
Well, I've gotta go climb my stairway no place in particular to take care of a Spring Clean for the May Queen. See you next week.