AnElephantCant climb a lighthouse
He bewares of wee twisty stairs
He knows nobody cares
About his scary nightmares
But where oh where can he hide from the bears
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 shining literary beacons in response to this week’s excellent prompt.
But please first cast an eye over AnElephant’s obscure outpouring, as he seeks a light in the darkness.
I am sitting at the end of the forbidden jetty watching the sunset over the islands.
Darkness is falling when I hear voices behind me.
Access to this isolated spot is not allowed.
I come here for the solitude.
I am not the nervous type.
But I am not happy to see three large shapes moving towards me with a distinct air of menace.
I rise and walk towards them.
There is nowhere else to go.
A smaller shape appears behind them, says something.
They pause, move aside.
I see that she is a girl, maybe sixteen years old, much younger than her companions.
She is quite lovely, smiles enchantingly, wishes me a good evening.
I grin back, return her greeting.
As I pass them she speaks two words.