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.
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.