@Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
"Look, up above!"cried
the audience members at the Paris Opera House. "It's the Phantom of the Opera swinging
on the chandelier!"
"Please,
Mr. Phantom, don't drop the chandelier upon us!" shouted the people in the
audience. "Many of us have families. This being France, many of the
men have two families!"
The
Phantom stopped rocking the chandelier, regarded the audience below, and spoke.
"Folks,
I mean no harm. I'm just here to stop them from putting on this godawful Phantom of the Opera musical, I'm so sick of it!"
The
audience gave a sigh of relief.
"Everybody,
my wife Christine has cooked up a spread for us down in our cave beneath the
Opera House! Join us; she makes one mean Jewish apple cake!"
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So I cleaned up the Phantom legend a bit in this offering for the Friday Fictioneers based on the picture prompt above! Hope you can join us at Erik and Christine's for some Jewish apple cake. No mater how bad it might be, it's gotta beat having a chandelier dropped on your head!
