AnElephantCant play anything musical
He never did earn his symphonic stripes
But he is a Scot
So he remembers what he is taught
And gives you a wee tune on the Electric Bagpipes
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Managed by the musical maestro Rochelle, this is an orchestra of writers from around the globe, a great philharmony of original thought and writing.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
Three bags full, boss.
Jings, he is grumpier than ever today.
I have really had it with him and his wretched electric bagpipes.
And that ghastly foreign song, Plaisir d’Amour!
Pleasure of love?
I’ll give him plaisir, but it won’t be amour, I promise you.
What is it with these people anyway?
Flipping smooth French guys, think they invented love.
Aye, okay, it is nearly ready, boss.
But, I tell you this, when he gets to the chorus and his favourite G7 chord, I plan to be well out of range of the blast!