STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN
Geraldo Rivera gave me the address of this house in New York’s lower east side in a rapidly decaying, unsafe neighborhood. He didn’t want to take a chance on another Al Capone’s safe disaster. He assured me that there was a great and important story waiting to be told. I had to see for myself.
The rotted front door easily opened. I went in. When my eyes adapted to the darkness, the only thing I saw was large, decaying stairway with light at the top. Nothing else!
I slowly, cautiously ascended the creaky, aged steps. When I reached the second floor, there was still nothing but another, similar stairway.
I ascended to the next floor with rising fear and trepidation. Third floor – the same! Fourth, fifth, sixth – still the same. Nothing!
Then, suddenly, at the top of the staircase to the seventh floor, there appeared a figure of an old lady, bathed in sunlight from a transom and dressed in a flowing, white, gossamer gown!
“Who are you?”, I asked.
No answer – just a low moan emanating from somewhere in the abandoned structure.
The old lady did not move. Neither did I. I was frozen with fear. Suddenly, the figure disappeared in an aura of fine white mist.
I panicked and ran down the steps as quickly as my tired legs would take me. There was no story here; just my fatigued mind playing weird tricks on me.
But, “Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.”
I think you need to do a sequel so we know the rest of the story! I was expecting the lady at the top of the stairs to be young. Glad you added the local color of Rivera and Capone!!
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A sequel?
Hmmmm…..
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Oh, what fantasies our minds can weave! Good story.
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And you make the reader wonder as well—-who was the “old woman, bathed in sunlight, dressed in a flowing white gossamer gown! What a description! I fell in love with her!
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She loves you also!
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