AnElephantCant keep this a secret
He sadly has never been to Barcelona
It does look exquisite
But if he goes to visit
He doesn’t know anyone so he is all alone there
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Our Catalonian Commander Rochelle takes us on a Mediterranean meander to inspire spectacular Spanish stories.
And AnElephant is in a paella trouble.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
The port area is so crowded it is hard to move.
The restaurants and cafes are packed, the quayside lined with tourists watching the fireworks over the bay.
There are twelve of us, working in pairs.
We have strict limits on what we can do.
Karate is my thing.
I can immobilise silently and without permanent damage in more ways than I can count.
So I run interference.
To ensure the client gets the best product, undamaged.
My partner is well-built, good-looking in a nondescript sort of way.
Doesn’t look at all odd carrying a pretty girl in his arms.