AnElephantCant wait to get going
He is on tenterhooks for the sound of the starter’s gun
He likes this week’s pic
So he is off pretty quick
It reminds him of beautiful old Carcassonne
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Presented weekly by chere Madame Rochelle, this is une assiette of petits fours to tempt the most pernickety palate.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
Inside the ancient walled city they stroll, admiring the rugged architecture and crumbling statues.
As soon as they see the scaffolding she fears the worst.
It is wet and windy, but she knows he will climb it for the view over the ramparts.
He ignores her, laughing at her concerns.
He is indestructible.
He reaches the top with scarcely a false move, gazes gleefully over the walls, over the valley, photographing everything.
When he stumbles she is terror-stricken, but unsurprised.
He grabs for support, laughing again.
Until he looks down to see the length of pipe protruding from her chest.