The Stump – Friday Fictioneers

AnElephantCant find a rhyme this week
For that last bit of tree called a stump
He is down in the dumps
With a head full of lumps
He is back down to earth with a bump

Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Regal Redwood Rochelle finds a forest of story-telling saplings to cultivate crisp chronicles.
And AnElephant pines for success.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
That’s it.

Copyright Sandra Crook

Copyright Sandra Crook

The Stump

My father was a remarkable man.
He was strong and determined, a woodsman.
He was also upright, and always right.
I guess I was more like my mother, a poet and a dreamer.
I loved that tree.
I spent half of my childhood in it.
I found sanctuary there.
He despised me.
He chopped it down.
I thought about killing him, of course, but that was not my nature.
I remember the last time I saw him alive.
He had his broken leg trapped under a fallen branch.
I walked slowly home through the freezing snow and darkening sky.
Smiling.

About AnElephantCant

An artist/writer/poet combination whose blogs reflect an approach to life that celebrates nature and takes a tongue-in-cheek view of most issues. So you get rhymes and doodles, photographs and comment. Irreverent and irrelevant. Occasionally funny, sometimes serious, mostly pointless. https://anelephantcant.me/
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64 Responses to The Stump – Friday Fictioneers

  1. Dee says:

    Ooh dark and a bit gruesome but deliciously different Elephant, well done

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  2. Indira says:

    Loved the story and the rhyme is very nice.

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  3. mjlstories says:

    How is an elephant like Daphne Du Maurier? Well you’ll have to read the Apple Tree to find out – though that was a ghastly husband who met a frozen end. Never recommended.
    But clearly the Stump stand out as a landmark (well it would wouldn’t it) in the development of the modern gothic tale.

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  4. jwdwrites says:

    Sounds like you are still smiling. There is a lot of death out there this week, who would have thought we would all see a tree stump and think of death. Weird huh? But then again, this is FF. 🙂

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  5. Jorbi K says:

    Ah, our Fictioneer stories from this Friday are similar – nature enacting its revenge. Great job!

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  6. helenmidgley says:

    Deliciously dark 🙂

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  7. For starters, I love your elephant poem and all the drawings. Babar has compelling competition. I didn’t have a mean dad but a cruel mother. I got this. That stump has been so provocative to all. Interesting. Thanks

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  8. i b arora says:

    did he turn out to be a poet and dreamer?

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  9. Margaret says:

    This is how an unloved child will turn out. Chilling indeed.

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  10. Would it be manslaughter or murder? Nice twist at the end after taking us on a journey through adulation to distaste to pure downright hate. Well done.

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  11. Jo says:

    Sinister! Very good 🙂

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  12. Jan Brown says:

    The trees have risen up against him. How cool is that!

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  13. The trees always know, don’t they? Loved the twist.

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  14. RoSy says:

    Oh well…

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  15. Great story, found ironic how he specifically said killing wasn’t in his nature, but did it anyways, and smiling. I mean, sure he didn’t do it directly, but he knew what was going to happen when he left him there. I guess he had a dark side too.

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  16. gahlearner says:

    So, deep down, he’s just like his father, even worse. I wonder how the dreamer feels once he realizes this. Excellent story, with a surprised ‘whoa!’ at the end.

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  17. That is chilling. The killer dreamer strikes back. I’m not sure where my sympathies lie – if anywhere.

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  18. Interesting look at the difference between killing someone and leaving them to die, and how we are able to reconcile such acts with our conscience. The fact that the narrator walks away smiling speaks volumes. Well told

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  19. Revenge, best served cold. Nice

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  20. I think this is one of the first dark tales that I actually felt happy for. Guess that makes me dark too. Excellent story.

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  21. dmmacilroy says:

    Dear AEC,

    The dreamer and poet has a dark side, doesn’t he, to walk on by and let events take their course. Very well written piece that strips away the layers of civility we like to cloak ourselves in. Well done.

    Aloha,

    Doug

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  22. So dark! I loved every word of it… Great job!!

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  23. Sometimes you scare me.

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  24. You’ve definitely mastered the art of seeming to tell, if not a happy tale, a tale of normality, then twisting that on its head and leaving us elsewhere.

    janet

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  25. Ah, what is it with all the chilling tales this week. This was masterfully done.

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  26. Sandra says:

    Not the kind to bear a grudge then. 🙂 I loved the way the piece descended from what seemed like a spot of childhood worship to vengeful indifference. Well constructed.

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  27. emmylgant says:

    Terrific take on the prompt!
    Dark tale not a romp…
    Fell off my seat with a thump
    Gasp!! Another trump!!
    Humpff.

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  28. I think not killing and turning your back are two separate things.. love your tale here.

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  29. Dear Elephant,

    As always, your sweet rhymes and comments before your story do nothing to prepare us for it. Like a quiet predator in the snow, your ending stalks and overtakes. Nicely done. I leave smiling.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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