AnElephantCant believe it is time again
For the Friday Fictioneers
Each week he frets more
He quakes to the core
He is almost reduced to tears
But he knows that he can’t stop now
This has very quickly became a compulsion
He flaps like a bird
He counts every word
If he goes over does he face expulsion?
The idea is to write a very short story (circa 100 words) based on a picture prompt (below).
Heartbroken, she stared out at the traffic.
Ok, he had made his choice, now he would have to deal with the consequences.
She knew he had someone else.
Perhaps she had no evidence, but she knew.
Too many late nights, too few explanations.
And late again, tonight of all nights.
Her phone rang.
Languidly she pressed ‘Answer’.
‘Honey, sorry I’m late, pile up in the tunnel, no reception.
But great news, I’ve done it!
I know I’ve been secretive, wanted to surprise you on your birthday.
There in twenty.’
She squinted sadly at the empty bottles, Johnny Walker and sleeping tablets, and closed her eyes for the last time.