The Railway

AnElephantCant go on a train
Although there are so many times he has tried
He goes to the station
But to his consternation
He cannot squeeze his mammoth bahookie inside

Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Chief Engineer Rochelle keeps a line of talented tale tellers on the right track.
And AnElephant goes off the rails.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
That’s it.

© Dawn Q. Landau

© Dawn Q. Landau

The Railway

Not much further now.
I think we are about a mile from the town.
I am tired, and so is Shep.
We are both getting too old for these long treks.
It is nice under the trees, very peaceful.
I can hear the birds singing.
It is almost Spring.
This looks like a good place to stop.
There should be a train along soon.
The noise will frighten Shep.
I can rest my head here, keep him close beside me.
This way he will not panic at the last minute.
I could not stand for him to be left behind.

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Right and Wrong is Now a Song

Kris Anderson has put just about the most unexpected music imaginable to some of my words.
I love it!

The words of the original poem – Right and Wrong – are shown below.

 

You tell me I will soon forget
That you already can’t remember
But you are sunshine in July
And I’m the east wind in November

I tell you that you’re always right
You tell me that I’m wrong
I say I want to stay with you
You say I don’t belong

You bring the music to my life
You are my favourite song
You tell me I am out of tune
When I try to sing along

You never want for company
Without you I’m all alone
You stand above adoring hordes
I am soon lost in the throng

You ask me why I hang around
Why don’t I just move on
Perhaps there’s nothing better than
The agony prolonged

I know I never will forget
And you will not remember
You’re the Cote d’Azur in mid-July
I am Scotland in November

 

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The Light – Sunday Photo Fiction

AnElephantCant deny that he’s different
He tends to stand out in a crowd
His ears look better shrunk
He has tusks and a trunk
That holds more water than the average rain cloud

This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (c. 150 words) based on a photo prompt (below) now provided by Joe.
Just click on the link to see stories as glorious as sunsets in response to this week’s excellent prompt.
But please first cast an eye over AnElephant’s foggy fable.

Copyright Joe Owens

Copyright Joe Owens

The Light

It is the light that makes Medville special.
This is what I tell her friend.
It is my honest opinion, because artists have been coming here for well over 100 years.
And she is an artist, like my beloved.
Who, of course, instantly disagrees.
She says that the light on the islands off the coast is just as inspiring.
I laugh.
What do I know, I ask, I am a writer, I make things up.
It is my first visit to her country, to meet her family and friends.
But the trip has gone well.
So when, all too soon, it is time for me to return to France, there is sadness.
We hug.
I love you, I tell her.
She smiles, wipes her eyes.
Don’t forget, I say.
How can I forget that, she laughs through the tears.
No, I remind her.
I am a writer, I make things up.

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to be loved

to be loved by anelephantcant

to be loved by anelephantcant

it is nice to be loved you tell me
I don’t know if that is true
there is no one on earth who loves me
the way that I love you

it is nice to be loved you tell me
I say it each day we’re apart
you never answer those three words
it almost breaks my heart

it is nice to be loved you tell me
as you smile in your sweet way
it’s no surprise to any one
I loved you that very first day

it is nice to be loved you tell me
I hear you laughing down the line
I am glad I make you happy
I wish that you were mine

it is nice to be loved you tell me
by friends and family too
I have no one quite like that
I just want to be loved by you

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Forbidden Jetty – Sunday Photo Fiction

AnElephantCant climb a lighthouse
He bewares of wee twisty stairs
He knows nobody cares
About his scary nightmares
But where oh where can he hide from the bears

This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (c. 150 words) based on a photo prompt (below) provided by Alastair.
Just click on the link to see some shining literary beacons in response to this week’s excellent prompt.
But please first cast an eye over AnElephant’s obscure outpouring, as he seeks a light in the darkness.

Copyright Al Forbes

Copyright Al Forbes

Forbidden Jetty

I am sitting at the end of the forbidden jetty watching the sunset over the islands.
Darkness is falling when I hear voices behind me.
Access to this isolated spot is not allowed.
I come here for the solitude.
I am not the nervous type.
But I am not happy to see three large shapes moving towards me with a distinct air of menace.
I rise and walk towards them.
There is nowhere else to go.
A smaller shape appears behind them, says something.
They pause, move aside.
I see that she is a girl, maybe sixteen years old, much younger than her companions.
She is quite lovely, smiles enchantingly, wishes me a good evening.
I grin back, return her greeting.
As I pass them she speaks two words.
Take him.

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the hole

there is a hole by anelephantcant

there is a hole by anelephantcant

there is a hole in my life where you used to live
under blue skies and blissful sunshine
with beaches and forests and long summer strolls
now the hole is as deep as a mine

there is a hole in my heart where you used to love
with a gentleness so sweet and warm
where you kissed my lips and created my smile
now the hole is black as a storm

there is a hole in my dreams where you used to dance
where the music was happy and bright
with guitars and violins and cool saxophones
now the hole is as dark as the night

there is a hole in my soul where you used to be
where you soothed me and tended me well
a perfectly heavenly tranquility
now the hole has the bleakness of hell

there is a hole in me

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Happy Birthday, Mr Burns

Robert Burns by Phil Burns

Robert Burns by Phil Burns

AnElephantCant write poetry like Rabbie
But then of course nobody can
It is almost a crime
To pen this silly rhyme
As a tribute to an exceptional man

January 25th is the birthday of Scotland’s National Bard, the much-loved Robert Burns.
So today AnElephant pays tribute with some words from Oor Rabbie, who believed that all men were created equal:

Then let us pray that come it may,
(As come it will for a’ that,)
That Sense and Worth, o’er a’ the earth,
Shall bear the gree, an’ a’ that.
For a’ that, an’ a’ that,
It’s coming yet for a’ that,
That Man to Man, the world o’er,
Shall brothers be for a’ that.

bear the gree = come to the fore

But he was also a romantic:

Ye banks and braes o’ bonnie Doon
How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
How can ye chaunt, ye little birds,
And I sae weary, fu’ o’ care.
Ye’ll break my heart, ye warbling birds
That wanton through the flowery thorn,
Ye mind me o’ departed joys,
Departed, never to return.

and even in English:

But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flower, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white–then melts for ever;

Thanks, Rabbie, and Happy Birthday, wherever you are.

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