AnElephantCant remember the words of very many songs
But there is one he sings when his spirits are flagging
They say it’s for children
He says hmm oh well then
And bellows another verse of Puff the Magic Dragon
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 slowly smouldering stories in response to this week’s excellent prompt.
But please first cast an eye over AnElephant’s insensible outpouring.
Insensible! Get it????
I am horribly superstitious.
Not just ladders and salt and horse shoes.
No, I believe in crystal balls, palmistry, Tarot cards, Ouija boards, all that stuff.
I have my own special good luck charm, an ancient little dragon who breathes fire to protect me.
My friends mock me, say it is for women.
But if I get a bad reading I fret for ages.
Try to re-interpret.
So I am excited to find a flyer in the letterbox for a new fortune-teller.
My wife shrugs.
This stuff will be the death of you, she says.
Ursula the Ultimate sits in gloom, swathed in wraps from which only her nose protrudes.
She says nothing for several minutes, then hands me a cup.
Drink, she croaks.
The tea is cold and bitter.
She swirls the leaves, coughs, tells me I am going to die.
I stand in shock, but collapse at the pain in my stomach.
She removes her scarves and mask.
I told you, says my wife.