AnElephantCant help wreaking havoc
When he uses a strange word last week
Instead of saying bum
He does something dumb
And baffles all you numpties with a bit of ScotSpeak
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Stable Master Rochelle focuses a flock of fabulous fablers towards a fictitious finishing line.
And AnElephant limps in at the back.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
I hate it when he calls me ‘the horse’.
I am a thoroughbred stallion, a champion.
And he is an insensitive brute.
What did she ever see in him?
She is gentle, caring, loving.
I worship her.
I did not run well this morning.
Maybe a touch of hay fever?
He is not amused, shouts at me.
But when he raises his whip, she tries to stop him.
And he strikes her.
So she cracks his head with one of those tools.
I think he is going to get up and hurt her.
So I make sure he does not.