Family – Friday Fictioneers

AnElephantCant climb a high mountain
He has not a great head for height
Where’er hills abound
He stays close to the ground
Because he is not keen to get a mammoth fright

Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Where a towering Rochelle elevates earth-bound scribblers to the peak of prosaic perfection.
And AnElephant lumbers in the lowlands.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
That’s it.

Copyright – Björn Rudberg

Copyright – Björn Rudberg

Family

High in the Pyrenees Mountains in the heart of Basque country, they are almost overwhelmed by the warmth and generosity shown by her extended family.
The mother is so happy to meet her long lost cousin from across the ocean.
She is very proud of her son who speaks limited English, their only conduit for communication.
He is patient, smiling, helpful.
On their last morning, he takes them along the dirt road above the house, showing them the fruit trees growing there.
He picks berries, insists they try some.
And turns away to hide the smile flickering across his face.

About AnElephantCant

An artist/writer/poet combination whose blogs reflect an approach to life that celebrates nature and takes a tongue-in-cheek view of most issues. So you get rhymes and doodles, photographs and comment. Irreverent and irrelevant. Occasionally funny, sometimes serious, mostly pointless. https://anelephantcant.me/
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20 Responses to Family – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Hmm, Karma will overcome!

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  2. You have a warped mind for anelephant, no offense.

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  3. atrm61 says:

    ooh,how wicked!One definitely needs to be wary of such “berry-growing” relatives 😉

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  4. wmqcolby says:

    Holy cow, Elephant! I want to kill that little idiot. I like the Pyrenees. I didn’t see any berries, though (which I guess was a good thing now that I think about it).

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  5. You had everything flowing so beautifully until that last little jab. I hope he gets his!

    janet

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  6. Dear Elephant,

    It’s not often I’m referred to as “towering”. 😉 Methinks there’s mischief afoot and junior is something more than an interpreter. Berry nice.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  7. The posion berry,
    nothing like a cherry,
    and if you bake pie
    you’d surely die

    Quite a little bastard..

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  8. hugmamma says:

    Me thinks there is some mischief afoot…

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  9. Woah! This reminds me of a film where the interpreter really wasn’t revealing the truth on either side… to similar nefarious ends! Made me smile, in a devilish way 🙂

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  10. Yes, the bastard indeed!

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  11. Jan Brown says:

    Oh, dear…never eat unfamiliar berries !!!

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  12. claireful says:

    Beware the long lost relative! I loved how you turned these people around, from good to bad in 100 words.

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  13. Sandra says:

    Families… don’t you just love them! Nice one.

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  14. Nan Falkner says:

    By the way Mr. Elephant – I like your pictures too – you are talented!

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  15. Nan Falkner says:

    Creepy guy – good writing! Nan

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  16. Al says:

    Haha wicked little demon 🙂

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  17. Lala Rukh says:

    Haha never knew anElephant is naughty too 😉 Loved the tale.

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  18. bigrab says:

    Another poisoning theme. Probably best never to eat or drink in your company!

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  19. Adam Ickes says:

    Sneaky devil. Great story!

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  20. The bastard!
    So well written.

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