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).
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.