AnElephantCant ever go trespassing
He is afraid he gets chased by big dogs
When their teeth are bared
He does get quite scared
To tell you the truth he is even frightened of fierce frogs
Once again it isFriday Fictioneer time.
Where landlord Rochelle rents out rooms to the talented tellers of terrific tales.
And AnAnxiousElephant squats in the basement.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
See Rochelle’s page and other tales here:
AnElephantCant make the link thingy on here work now.
Any ideas, anyone?
They are a nice friendly bunch in here.
Too many squats are full of low lifes, druggies, scroungers, thieves.
But this one is okay.
I feel quite comfortable here.
It is dry and safe, almost homely.
They are mostly just kids, runaways, teenagers down on their luck.
They help each other, share food and smokes.
They keep the place clean, gather their rubbish and put it in a skip down the street.
It is a shame.
But best get on with it.
The problem is that I hate squatters.
I am actually quite sorry I have to shoot them all.