AnElephantCant believe it is Wednesday
He is filled once again with trepidation
He writes this little verse
Plus 100 words
And sits back in his chair and anticipation
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Hosted by the magnificent Rochelle, this is a gathering of writers from around the globe, a melange of cultures, ages, genders and ideas.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
As the sun finally disappears behind the mountains, he slips almost silently into the pool.
He is immediately aware of the dog, whose job it is to guard the people of the household, pawing nervously at the edge.
He reassures him softly in French, and the Alsatian obediently, if reluctantly, goes back inside.
He lies on his back, glorying in the sensation of cool water on hot skin, and notices the clouds pouring over the mountains.
In what seems like only an instant the rain comes thundering down, warm and perpendicular.
It is so different from the icy blast of his native land that he turns his face up to it, revelling in it, and fully aware that he is in paradise.