Ringo took a long deep pull of the joint, which was 0 parts tobacco, 100 parts Marijuana and handed it to John.

"Well the Mary Jane worked last time boys, I mean a Yellow Submarine John, fuck me, I don't know how you come up with them?"

The low haze of smoke billowed above their heads, moving and swirling in circular patterns as the last of the daylight gently left and was replaced by the quiet glow of a lava lamp. The four of them couldn't remember the last time they were all alone together. The fame came quickly and was all consuming.

Ringo's question hung in the air for a while, and eventually Paul piped up, with blood-shot stoner eyes:

"That mushroom was proper nice and I think I have a song guys, George throw me over the Les Paul you got from Eric Clapton, will you?"

He started to play and sing, as the other three looked on mesmerised, mesmerised and baked.

"When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it bleed
And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it bleed

Let it bleed, let it bleed, let it bleed, let it bleed
Whisper words of wisdom, let it bleed

And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree
There will be an answer, let it bleed
For though they may bleed parted, there is still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it bleed

Let it bleed, let it bleed, let it bleed, let it bleed
There will be an answer, let it bleed

Let it bleed, let it bleed, let it bleed, let it bleed
Whisper words of wisdom, let it bleed

Let it bleed, let it bleed, let it bleed, let it bleed
Whisper words of wisdom, let it bleed, bleed

And when the night is cloudy there is still a light that shines on me
Shinin' until tomorrow, let it bleed
I wake up to the sound of music, Mother Mary comes to me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it bleed

And let it bleed, let it bleed, let it bleed, let it bleed
Whisper words of wisdom, let it bleed

And let it bleed, let it bleed, let it bleed, let it bleed
Whisper words of wisdom, let it bleed"

Ringo, John and George exchanged looks. Smoke continued to billow around the room, as two joints now circled on repeat. Eventually John said:

"I'll tell you something Paul, you might well be onto something there me auld flower. Do me a favour, sing it again and instead of Let it Bleed, try Let it Be...."

Well, it seems a feckin age since I had a crack at a Freewrite, so there ye go... I hope ye liked it.

This was a Freewrite on the prompt "Let it Bleed"

The images used are all my own captured on my Samsung phone

Thanks a million for reading my post

Peace Out