AnElephantCant climb up to high places
He thinks it is not worth the hassle
Between him and you
He does like the view
But he considers rhyming hassle with castle to be somewhat facile
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 towering tales in response to this week’s excellent prompt.
But please first cast an eye over AnElephant’s ramshackle rambling.
This has always been my favourite place.
I feel like a giant up here.
I can see the fields of Kent behind me, The Garden of England they call it.
Although there are a few foreign weeds growing there now.
In front of me is the Channel, the English Channel, not La Manche, as the wretched French say.
I used to be happy here.
As a child it was a place of magic and adventure.
Then, later, I would bring her.
We would look at the view and dream our dreams.
I was still King of the Castle.
Even after we were married we still came sometimes, though less and less.
And now she brings him.
Stupid name, what is wrong with just plain Philip?
But, suddenly, it is my favourite place again.
I climbed up to jump, of course.
And then life dealt me a bonus card.
Guess who is standing down there, waiting for her!