AnElephantCant say he knows too much
About old things like valuable antiques
Which is a surprise
Because when he starts to rise
He squeaks and he freaks and he creaks
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
A moment of tranquility from lovely Rochelle, who prompts her scrawling scribes to scribble scary stories.
And AnElephant stubs his pencil.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
I sit at my old desk, writing.
I write everything out long hand first, before transferring it into the computer.
I am not good with these things.
I am old.
But today something is troubling me.
My eyes are drawn to the photo.
It shows me at my desk, writing.
I am alone here, have been for many years.
And yet the photo shows me, today.
The date shows clearly on the calendar, the one on my desk.
I do not believe in the supernatural, in ghosts or the like.
But I do wonder who took the photograph.