AnElephantCant claim he is educated
He totally fails to master technology
His thoughts keep escaping
Because his head is misshapen
He is a great prize for any student of phrenology
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Presented weekly by the Queen of the Keyboard Rochelle, this tells the typed tales of tons of talented writers.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
He wakens with a start, slightly shaken by his dream.
Not enough to be exactly a nightmare, but he is disoriented.
He is seated, or rather sprawled, at his desk.
Where he often drifts off into that strange in-between, twilight area.
His thoughts often take him on imaginary yet frightening journeys.
But something seems not quite right.
His books, his lamp, his notes, are all where they should be.
His laptop is, unsurprisingly, on his lap, also dormant.
He hits the space bar.
His screen-saver disappears.
He gazes in disbelief and mounting terror at what he sees on the screen.