AnElephantCant find any inspiration
His problems this week are rapidly mounting
But he girds his loins
Finds some coins
And throws them into the fountain
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Fairy Godmother Rochelle makes dreams come true for wistful weavers of fantastic fiction.
And AnElephant falls down the well.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
He sits gently rubbing her stomach.
Look, Rab, he says, your new sister is getting restless in Mummy’s tummy.
The little boy clambers up, grinning happily.
Baby, he says, laying his face against his mother’s stomach.
Not long now, she says, stroking his hair, then Mummy can play again, we’ll have lots of fun.
She looks around their tiny bed-sit.
I wish we had more room, she says to her husband, I’d give absolutely anything for a little more space.
The doctor looks at them with tired eyes.
It is very advanced, he says.
Your son has only weeks to live.