“What a weird song to play at a bowling alley, amiright?”
My friend and I giggled sneakily at the guy behind the shoe counter who looked just like a member of the Beatles.
“And just like that, poor Eleanor is no more. You’ve been listening to…” We laughed louder realizing it was a radio station playing and not a CD.
“Ellie, you’re up,” I said, then the power went out! I heard screams around me. “Ellie?” I whispered in a panic.
Lights came back on and there she was at the end of the lane, buried under hundreds of pins.
*Sneak peek at July Song Title & Lyrics Prompts*
Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father McKenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
Sir Paul would say this is equally tragic, but a very different tale.