Stairway to Heaven

17 Jun

Photo Fiction: Sunday June 16th 2013


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Walter zigzagged through the park making sure he was not followed. Getting his wife to believe he had been kidnapped had been easy. She was not a terribly bright woman.

She had dropped of the ransom money as instructed and it now reposed safe and sound in the back-pack he carried.

Suddenly he came upon a set of stairs partially hidden beneath the trees. A perfect place to hide until he is sure that it is safe to continue on to his rendezvous with his girlfriend.

As he reached the first step the gate behind him clanged shut. Startled he turned just on time to see the entrance completely disappear.

Too late, he noticed the stifling heat and the musty – earthy smell of the stairwell. With nowhere else to go he began to climb.

Over an hour later, there was no end in sight, the stairs seemed to go on forever. Out of desperation he began to scream for help.

Meanwhile, on the one could hear the screams from within the coffin. The grieving widow of the newly departed had cast a spell of silence upon it.

Never underestimate a witch.


2 Responses to “Stairway to Heaven”

  1. Alastair June 17, 2013 at 3:09 pm #

    That’s brilliant. An awesome take on it. Witches can rhyme with themselves when you annoy them

  2. EagleAye June 18, 2013 at 10:21 pm #

    Uh huh, In the end, who was the one that wasn’t too bright? This ia a great take on the prompt. Love it.

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