STAIRCASE TO HEAVEN
As the
afternoon sun slid towards evening, the starburst of light rose up the tower
wall enticingly.
“It’ll be
an amazing view,” the twins urged, but neither parent fancied the climb after a
day of sightseeing.
“You go –
we’ll be in the cafė,” Phil
said. They
watched from below as the two silhouettes shrank, four childish hands playing
catch with the quivering reflections.
Other eyes watched from above.
“It looks like a staircase to Heaven,”
Jane remarked before heading for tea and cake and a nice sit down.
But
appearances can be deceptive – Hell isn’t always underground.
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Why this lovely photograph taken by Roger Bultot prompted me to write this story is a mystery even to me. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers on her blog https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/ from whence you can follow the link to read how other wirters interpreted the photo.
