Walk Away Renee

At first I wasn’t going to respond to Jim Adam’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Music Challenge this week. Jim gave us the song “Walk Like an Egyptian” by the Bangles and tasked us “to focus on this song and use it for inspiration in any form of creative expression…that you can share with the writing community.

But Jim is my blogging buddy, and I wanted to show my support. So rather than focusing on walking like an Egyptian, I decided to focus on the word “walk” and to come up with a song using that word that I liked. And I settled on the song “Walk Away Renee,” written by Bob Calilli, Mike Brown, and Tony Sansone, and recorded by the group, The Left Banke.

And when I see the sign that points one way
The lot we used to pass by every day

Just walk away Renee
You won’t see me follow you back home
The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same
You’re not to blame

From deep inside the tears that I’m forced to cry
From deep inside the pain that I chose to hide

Just walk away Renee
You won’t see me follow you back home
Now as the rain beats down upon my weary eyes
For me it cries

Just walk away Renee
You won’t see me follow you back home
Now as the rain beats down upon my weary eyes
For me it cries

Your name and mine inside a heart upon a wall
Still finds a way to haunt me, though they’re so small

Just walk away Renee
You won’t see me follow you back home
The empty sidewalks on my block are not the same
You’re not to blame

As a bonus, here’s the “walk this way” scene from my favorite movie, “Mel Brooks’ Young Frankenstein.”

FFfAW — The Last Walk

1A1909E1-4E38-46C5-88F6-22BCC1AA5195Harold and his wife of almost 50 years, Helena,  walked along the outdoor, mezzanine-level walking track that ran around the perimeter of their condominium building. They took this walk this every morning, rain or shine. It was their physical fitness routine and their effort to stay as limber as they could, hoping to stave off the muscle atrophy and bone brittleness of old age as long as they could.

On this particular morning Harold complained of a backache and Helena suggested he take a day off from their daily exercise. But he insisted. And so, as was their routine, dressed in sweats, they went out onto the walking track.

Only five minutes into it, Harold stopped, grabbed his back and, grimacing in pain, fell to his knees. “Call 9-1-1,” he implored his wife. Helena looked up and saw the surveillance camera mounted on the wall to the left of the sign with the running man. She hoped the security people were watching because she didn’t have her mobile phone and refused to leave Harold’s side.

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Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt from Priceless Joy. Photo credit: ENISA.

#100WW — Chick Magnet

EC574773-FACE-47ED-B02F-3A4B4BA08A52“He’s my chick magnet, Dude,” Clyde explained to his friend, Carl, about why he put his puppy in his backpack rather than walking him on a leash. “You wouldn’t believe how many gorgeous babes come up to me and start oohing and ahhing when I walk down the street. They start petting him and saying how adorable he is and the next thing you know, these beautiful women are giving me their numbers and begging me to call them.”

“Interesting. But there’s one problem with your plan,” Carl said, watching the damp spot spread across the bottom of the backpack.

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Written for today’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl. photo credit: Savs.