AnElephantCant claim to be smart
He is rarely accused of being too bright
But when he sees this pic
It all seems to click
Perhaps he at last sees the light
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Where The Lady of the Lamp Rochelle shines gloriously into the night of numberless naturally knowledgeable narrators.
And AnElephant fumbles around in the dark as usual.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
No matter how many lamps I light, it always seems to be dark now.
Ever since my wife died, so unexpectedly.
When I was abroad, and that funny little French chap I met on the train to Paris just popped in.
And kept his side of the bargain.
No way I am keeping mine, he must think I am mad!
And he gave me all those serious warnings.
Like I care.
Strange man, what was his name?
Ah yes, Luc de Mons.
But why is it no matter how many lamps I light, it always seems to be dark now?