AnElephantCant always write funny rhymes
Sometimes he has a humour restriction
But when he sees this canal
Posted by his pal Al
He knocks out a wee piece of fiction
This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (c. 150 words) based on a photo prompt (below) provided by Alastair.
Follow the link to bridge the gap between real and imaginary, truth and fabrication.
But please first read AnElephant’s tumbling tale.
They stroll hand-in-hand in the unseasonable sunshine, not long married, so much in love.
They head towards her mother’s house to share the joyous news of a first child.
As they reach the sharp curve at the end of the bridge he sees the van heading towards them, knows it is going too fast.
Out of control, it mounts the pavement only yards away.
He thrusts her to safety, hears the scream of brakes, sees the shadow looming over him, feels the impact.
He awakens in hospital, miraculously, with only minor abrasions.
His brother breathes deeply.
When you pushed her to safety, she went over the parapet, landed awkwardly on the rocks in the river.
And broke her neck.