AnElephantCant stay in the city
He enjoys a ramble down a quiet country road
And returns to the killing
Because he finds it quite thrilling
And in recent weeks Anja’s death toll has slowed
This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (c. 150 words) based on a photo prompt (below) provided by Alastair.
Just click on the link to saunter insouciantly through some sensational stories by sensible scribes.
But please first read AnElephant’s melodramatic motorway madness.
He is very depressed and in a foul mood when he swerves across the narrow road into the oncoming car, catapulting its passenger, a young American lady from North Carolina, through the windscreen to her death.
His wife has just told him she is leaving, moving to Paris with her boss to set up a new branch of their thriving agency.
His own small software business is struggling badly.
He is unsure if it can survive the latest cash flow crisis.
His only child, his brilliant and athletic son, has left university with severe drug problems, but still refuses treatment or, indeed, any help whatsoever.
And now his own health is failing due to the stress.
But he deliberately swerves across the narrow road into the oncoming car when the little boy with the red tricycle and the screaming mother emerges abruptly from the garden directly into his path.