The Suburbs – Sunday Photo Fiction

AnElephantCant climb a tree
If he is a monkey then that is just fine
But as he is a heffelump
He falls down with a bump
He prefers to sit quietly and unadventurously and enjoy the pleasant autumn sunshine

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 sun-dappled stories in response to this week’s excellent prompt.
But please first cast an eye over AnElephant’s wintry woes.

Copyright Al Forbes

Copyright Al Forbes

The Suburbs

I am a lady in the middle years of my expected life span.
I live with my elder sister, also still unmarried.
She is the senior assistant in our little suburban library.
I have worked for over twenty years in the same government office.
Each day I find a mountain of official papers from the same department in my in-tray.
I scrutinise and initial each one, and place it neatly in my out-tray for delivery to another department.
This morning I have my usual breakfast, a nice cup of tea with one and a half slices of lightly buttered toast.
I am preparing my lunch-time sandwiches, cheese and tomato, which, unless it rains, I will eat on my usual bench in the park round the corner from the office.
Then she startles me with a little muffled librarian sneeze.
I calmly but laboriously sever her head from her body with the bread knife, then leave it on the kitchen table while I wrap my lunch.
I realise that I am rather drenched in blood but if I stop to change now I will be late.
I hurry to the bus stop only to see the number 44 disappear down the avenue.
This might ruin my whole day.

About AnElephantCant

An artist/writer/poet combination whose blogs reflect an approach to life that celebrates nature and takes a tongue-in-cheek view of most issues. So you get rhymes and doodles, photographs and comment. Irreverent and irrelevant. Occasionally funny, sometimes serious, mostly pointless. https://anelephantcant.me/
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9 Responses to The Suburbs – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. Life in the suburbs is so calm, until the pachyderm unwraps another murder!

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  2. Wow, sounds like she was just waiting to snap. Her sister must have been tiptoeing around her her whole life if she avoided being murdered up until now.

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  3. Karin says:

    Dearest Elephant, you have a way with a rebondissement and a twist of knife. I am feeling the need now to change up my routine and my bus route!

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  4. JED says:

    That darn bus, always ruining the day. What a story to take in. A lot in a little words and I feel a bit icky after reading. Excellent and fun in a weird way.

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  5. emmylgant says:

    With all the outrageous elements in this story… it still works!
    Comedy in surreal black horror… It defies description (gallic shrug, here).
    Bus 44? I’ll avoid that one.

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  6. Rosalind Nazilli says:

    How much do I love this line – I calmly but laboriously sever her head from her body ? Oh so much.

    Excellent piece of writing. To me it is perfect and I congratulate you.

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  7. Ahh I see it was a bread knife. Entirely different weapon.

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  8. With a butter knife?!? Now that took some doing.

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  9. Al says:

    Now that’s is someone with Asperger’s in the extreme 😀 Definitely does not like change. Great story. Love it.

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