I apologize for posting twice in a row so closely together, but you see, a couple of things occurred.
First off, I had to get myself out of the fumes left behind by my last piece as quickly as possible, so as to let the past be past. Secondly, the Friday Fictioneers prompt this week almost screamed at me an immediate conversation, held between two mates (and quite possibly dolt-savants.) A conversation that – after a ton of whittling to get it down to the 100 word limit – follows…
Right. The arrow’s quite obviously pointin’ upward, now i’nt it?
Weellll, obviously it implies we’re goin’ to ‘eaven.
Bah! Don’t mean that a’tall. The bloomin’ thing IS red after all, i’nt it?
Well, i’n’t red the color of ‘ell itself?
Not like they’ve got that copyrighted or anything.
Don’t know ’bout that. I’m still not goin’.
Then what? You’re gonna stay ‘ere? Be a ghost?
Yeah. Reckon if this WAS really ‘eaven’s gate, it’d be otherwise constructed anyhow.
Way I figure, He’d make it more accessible-like, seein’ as He KNOWS I’m deathly scared of bridges regardless…
I hope you enjoyed – and today’s song is “Reader’s Choice!”
Choose from either Loretta…
Or from Love…