AnElephantCant wait to go home
He is currently in Scotland where it is not so sunny
So till he gets back to the Med
He makes this wee tale in his head
He thinks it is cool to write something quite finny!
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Mongered by the pacific Rochelle, who never carps at AnElephant’s bad puns, this presents a wave of fiction from a shoal of writers from around the globe, a great ocean of thought from a school of writing to be enjoyed on a large scale.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
Like a Fish
He swims lazily out past the end of the breakwater.
He lies day-dreaming on his back in the fast-cooling end-of-season Mediterranean.
He is constructing a poem in his head when he senses something is amiss.
He is stunned to see a large dark triangle spearing through the waves towards him.
There are no sharks in the Med, his rational self shouts as, losing all self-control, he flounders towards the shore, swallowing brine as he goes.
As an icy hand crushes his heart, a smiling face emerges from beneath the fake fin.
Fooled you there , Grandpa, didn’t I?