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