Friday Fictioneers: The Day Beethoven Schlepped


Welcome Dear Readers!

It’s time for the  fabulousness of the Friday Fictioneers where bloggers from around the solar system are challenged to write a 100-word story prompted by the weekly picture hosted and posted by Rochelle Wisoff Fields over at Addicted to Purple.  This week’s picture was provided by Rochelle herself:

copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

The Day Beethoven Over Schlepped

Beethoven!

What now, Mozart?

You broke my piano!

But I was sleeping.

You broke it when you rolled over, Beethoven!  You’re a horrible roommate!

You’re no prize yourself, Zart.

I told you to call me Mozart!  It suits my artistic temperament better!

Really? Better than knucklehead?

That does it! Pack your symphonies and go move in with Schubert.

Ah come on!  You know that guy puts the phony in symphony.  Listen, I’ll buy us a new piano.

And the garbage?

I’m Beethoven, I don’t schlep.

Do I have to call Schubert?

Okay! Don’t get your fingers in a knot! I’m schlepping, I’m schlepping.

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Until next time . . . I love you

36 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: The Day Beethoven Schlepped

  1. And now I have Roll Over Beethoven stuck in my head, alternating back and forth between the Chuck Berry original and the excellent Beatles cover. Not a bad ear-worm to have, though, i must say. Funny stuff as per usual, darling.

    • Thanks Helena. At least your ear worms have a repertoire Mine only know one song. Row row row your boat. (Oh great! Now I know what I’m going to be humming all day . . . sigh)

  2. And here I was thinking this would be about all the tiny singers running out the piano for their first taste of artistic freedom since that kid started trying to learn Chopsticks.

  3. You’re back then! Still you didn’t leave without hope as – especially so as a new ‘blogger’ there were the past masters no less. Look forward reading more soon – todays was fine!

    • Yes I am back Mike and I just read your marvelous bible post comment! Ha ha! I’m a little behind on my blogging and commenting, but I’m working my way over there to read it again! 😀

  4. It’s like the odd couple! Old stick in the mud Zart never let’s Beetovhen have any fun. Its a good thing Beethoven was hard of hearing or he would have called it Symphony Number Whine.

  5. Interesting!
    It never occurred to me that Beethoven and co, had portable pianos plugged to electricity.
    I have always associated them with massive organs that can’t be broken by rolling over.
    Very creative piece, my dear.
    I’m still laughing! 🙂

  6. Dear Linda,

    Did you know that schlepp is not only a verb but also a noun. It’s one of my many nicknames. A schlepp is one who schlepps…sort of a frumpy type.
    Fun dialogue here.

    shalom,

    Rochelle

    • I guess I have heard of someone being called a schlep. It’s a wonderful word isn’t it? Tailor made for the humor writer in all of us! And I can’t believe it is one of your many nicknames. But I bet there’s a good story behind it, and I hope we will be hearing about it one of these Fridays! 😀

  7. Neat take on this prompt, Linda. And I’d be willing to bet that these guys really were this ordinary in their own time. We’ve just grown too used to putting them on some pedestal and letting them collect dust there. We don’t appreciate how “real” they were. Thanks for the reminder.

    • That’s so true, isn’t it Sandra. I guess that’s why these scenarios work so well in humor. It is funny to think of them as just ordinary people.And who knows, they might have been really boring in real life. 😀

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