Saturday, 28 August 2010

Heaven...


I've been looking at my photographs and imagining them as paperback covers. This steamy novel would be called "Heaven Is on the Third Floor".

Photo: ©Profoundly Superficial, Paris

4 comments:

Diana said...

"Slowly he climbed the stairs, rotating upwards until he reached the highest floor - the third. He was nervous, felt his heart hammering in his chest. Off to the right a long, dark corridor opened. Fumbling for a switch he found none and had to negociate his way in the fast diminishing light by touching the walls and occasionally bumping into low cupboards. At last he came to a door. As he raised his hand to knock he felt the sweat starting to trickle down his back..."

Profoundly Superficial said...

Wow, Diana, that's fantastic!!

Duluc said...

At that moment he recalled the promise he made and took courage. His knock reverberated through the corridor. He waited straining his ears to catch any sound on the other end. Apparently nobody was in. He felt an immense sense of relief and was about to turn his back on the intrically carved door when he noticed the peephole and froze.

Profoundly Superficial said...

WHAT DID HE SEE??? I WANT MORE!!!!!!!