AnElephantCant claim to be normal
He tends to stand out from the crowd
His ears are gigantic
His trunk quite romantic
Until he trumpets then man that is loud
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
With lovely Rochelle AWOL, AnElephant just gets to his wee tale.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
I have always known I am different.
Although Mother treats me just like the others, with warmth and love and understanding, I sometimes see the question even in her eyes.
My siblings, of course, tease me unmercifully, but less aggressively now that I am growing.
School is a nightmare.
Every day the same old stuff.
The bigger boys push me around, trip me, throw me to the ground.
I realise that it is not just how I speak, although that is a particular point of ridicule.
No, it is even more basic than that.
You see, I have only two legs.