AnElephantCant tell you how sorry he is
His Windows appear to be broken
He is really annoyed
His sanity destroyed
He thinks some harsh words will be spoken
Sorry about the appearance here, don’t know what has happened.
Applies to everything on wretched laptop.
Any suggestions gratefully received.
So it is Friday Fictioneer time again.
Thanks to Rochelle, who rules with an iron hand and gives you a ticking off if you are naughty.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on a picture prompt (below).
Are you sure this is a good idea?
Yes, look, there’s Jack now, sitting with Emma.
Relax, you know you want to be here.
Who else is coming?
Pretty much everyone, it will be quite a party!
We are awfully high up.
Don’t worry about it, you can’t fall off.
Because Jack says so!
So when will it start?
When we get there. We are the last, except for Fred, with that plaster on his leg!
I can still hear the lovely music. What happens now?
I think we take off for the stars right away.