Lately things have really been getting me down and sometimes it’s almost too much for me to take. But I found a place at the top of the stairs where I can go and let all of my cares drift off into space as I watch the stars put on a show for free. It’s beautiful and peaceful as can be and nothing bothers me when I’m there. It’s like a paradise, one that is trouble proof. And if this world starts getting you down, too, won’t you join me? There’s room enough for two up on the roof.
Inspired by the photo from Roger Bultot and by the words of Carole King and Gerry Goffin, this post is for the Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
Melanie, at Sparks From a Combustible Mind, brings us another episode of Share Your World. Here are her questions and my answers for this week’s sharing.
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? If you don’t think Heaven nor God exists, you might want answer by saying something outrageous, just for fun!
I’m in the heaven and God don’t exist camp. That said, if I did come in contact with God after I died, I’d love to hear him say to me, “Yes, I know I’m supposed to be infallible, but me dammit, I made a mistake. It’s not your time yet, so I’m sending you back.”
What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
Having Donald Trump as president.
What do you think about when you’re alone in your car?
I’m rarely alone in my car anymore except when I have to run errands where I can’t walk or take a bus. So when I am alone in my car, I’m typically thinking about the fastest or shortest route to get where I’m going.
How would you rate your memory?
I can’t recall.
What’s one song that always cheers you up, no matter how blue you’re feeling?
I’m going to reach way back into the vault and drift on up to the roof.
Darla’s depression was getting worse and she knew she had to do something. She thought about that old song by the Drifters. She took the elevator to the top floor and stepped out onto the roof.
She walked to the roof’s ledge, sat down, and starting singing to herself.
“When this old world starts getting me down
and people are just too much for me to face,
I climb way up to the top of the stairs
And all my cares just drift right into space.”
Sitting up there, alone and way above the fray, she finally felt some peace.
Written for today’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. Photo credit: Yeshi Kangrang