Neve did a last-minute check of all things electrical. Then Rat came behind her and powered the computer. She half-heartedly scowled at him. He accessed iTunes and scrolled and selected – oh what a surprise – Talking Heads, This Must be the Place. He sang along that home was where he wanted to be.
“Is this appropriate just as we’re leaving?” Neve asked.
“For the sake of my sanity, please change that tune,” Kaz shouted from the utility room.
“But listen to this,” Rat said. “The words are bang on. And the drums, I love the drums!”
“Led’s best for drums,” Neve said. “John Bonham’s Moby Dick.”
“No words. But I’ll grant you Whole Lotta Love.”
114 words, submitted for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Home
Not entirely new… an excerpt from wip: Learning to Fly. And for those unfamiliar with the song… (expect a long intro, about 1:05)
Pick me up and turn me around
I feel numb, born with a weak heart
I guess I must be having fun
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground, head in the sky
It’s okay, I know nothing’s wrong, nothing
Oh! You got light in your eyes
And you’re standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money, always for love
Cover up and say goodnight, say goodnight
But I guess I’m already there
I come home, she lifted up her wings
I guess that this must be the place
I find you, or you find me?
There was a time before we were born
If someone asks, this is where I’ll be, where I’ll be oh!