AnElephantCant swim like a dolphin
His trunk and his tusks are too thick
So you know that he oughta
Stay out of the water
He has all the buoyancy of a brick
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Where fleet-finned Rochelle guides a school of far from floundering Fictioneers through an ocean of fishy tales.
And ANon-SubmersibleElephant sinks slowly and bubblefully.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
At the end of the jetty is a lone fisherman.
An elderly man, very pleasant.
We exchange small talk.
I ask him how the fishing is.
He has not caught much.
He shows me what is in his bag.
A pair of Mediterranean bream, flapping weakly, gasping painfully, dying slowly.
I ask him to return them to the sea.
To give them a chance of survival or, at least, to die with dignity.
He looks at me, surprised, and laughs.
I put a hook through his cheek and throw him into the sea.
It isn’t smart to mock a Mermaid.