AnElephantCant always make sense
He occasionally has a somewhat bizarre thought
So when he sees this pic
His wee brain goes click
He thinks he is looking at an ultra-modern airport
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 see some more sensible solutions to this week’s excellent prompt.
But please be kind and read AnElephant’s down-to-earth doggerel first.
His job is finished.
He leaves his working clothes beside a group of homeless people in Edinburgh’s dockland.
He drops the Glock 17 into LeithHarbour and catches an express bus to the airport.
His flight to Nice is uneventful, but he smiles as the plane circles over the Med.
As it descends from the east he gazes over the city, enjoying the view of the Promenade des Anglais.
He strolls through Passport Control using this particular passport for the second and last time.
Retrieving his car he emerges into the sunshine, window down, happy to be home.
The traffic on the slip road onto the A8 motorway is as always barely moving, but he is relaxed, in no hurry.
He barely notices the motorbike slow beside him but when he turns his head the Beretta 92FS pointing at his face is the last thing he ever sees.