Patsy scratched her underarms, rolling a vein between thumb and forefinger. She was hungry; for food and more.
She would struggle to find another climb; to find the heaven she had touched so many years ago.
She was sixteen and Justin’s eyes were starlit wells. In the background Robert Plant was crooning.
“It won’t hurt”, he said. “Let’s climb together”.
Just the prick of a needle and then came stars, a rush towards sky.
Once they’d been invincible.
She reached for Jason, and just touched ice.
Jason had left for a private stairway, a stairway that might reach his heaven.
I expect I’ll not be the only one who sees “Stairway to heaven” in that image. For some reason I have always assumed that some reference to drugs is in that song, and that is where the prompt took me.
Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100 word stories every week to the same picture. Rochelle set the bars (high) and selects the picture.
September 21, 2016