http://witspdx.com/2009/04/27/writing-prompt-monday-open-a-book/ Writers Outside of the Schools Fri, 12 Aug 2011 17:14:35 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 http://witspdx.com/2009/04/27/writing-prompt-monday-open-a-book/comment-page-1/#comment-93 mary Sat, 02 May 2009 04:40:42 +0000 http://www.witspdx.com/?p=210#comment-93 The grandmother didn't want to go to Florida. She didn't want to go to New Jersey, either. Nothing but California would do. She sang about oranges. She watched the Oscars. She read Lawrence Ferlinghetti in the bathtub, bellowing when the book hit the bubbles. When she slept she dreamed she was flying a small plane along Highway One, looking first at the Pacific, next at brown hills. She didn't know where to look. The plane crashed into a billboard and burst into flames. Instead of the HOLLYWOOD sign there was HEAVEN. The grandmother didn't want to go to Florida. She didn't want to go to New Jersey, either. Nothing but California would do. She sang about oranges. She watched the Oscars. She read Lawrence Ferlinghetti in the bathtub, bellowing when the book hit the bubbles. When she slept she dreamed she was flying a small plane along Highway One, looking first at the Pacific, next at brown hills. She didn't know where to look. The plane crashed into a billboard and burst into flames. Instead of the HOLLYWOOD sign there was HEAVEN.

]]> http://witspdx.com/2009/04/27/writing-prompt-monday-open-a-book/comment-page-1/#comment-92 mary Fri, 01 May 2009 21:40:42 +0000 http://www.witspdx.com/?p=210#comment-92 The grandmother didn't want to go to Florida. She didn't want to go to New Jersey, either. Nothing but California would do. She sang about oranges. She watched the Oscars. She read Lawrence Ferlinghetti in the bathtub, bellowing when the book hit the bubbles. When she slept she dreamed she was flying a small plane along Highway One, looking first at the Pacific, next at brown hills. She didn't know where to look. The plane crashed into a billboard and burst into flames. Instead of the HOLLYWOOD sign there was HEAVEN. The grandmother didn't want to go to Florida. She didn't want to go to New Jersey, either. Nothing but California would do. She sang about oranges. She watched the Oscars. She read Lawrence Ferlinghetti in the bathtub, bellowing when the book hit the bubbles. When she slept she dreamed she was flying a small plane along Highway One, looking first at the Pacific, next at brown hills. She didn't know where to look. The plane crashed into a billboard and burst into flames. Instead of the HOLLYWOOD sign there was HEAVEN.

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