AnElephantCant sing rock n roll
Though he undoubtedly has oodles of swagger
You think this is hooey
But he can’t go to St Louis
And he is not Chuck Berry or mighty Mick Jagger
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Trip organiser Rochelle maps out the way forward for terrific travelling tale-tellers.
And AnElephant goes down a cul-de-sac.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
The last song I ever performed on stage.
Back when I still had an uncrushed larynx….
I am 19 years old, at a famous Scottish university, and front-man for a pretty average student band.
I am invited to spend my summer on tour with a chart-featuring outfit, as backup to the voice on their recordings.
He is described, quite charitably, as unreliable.
Amsterdam, the second night, and I am on.
Afterwards, still elated, I walk by the canals.
I see an elderly tourist being robbed, go to his aid.
I am punched to the ground.
Then I get my kicks.