AnElephantCant take to water
He can never be compared to a duck
He thinks it’s now time
For a really awful rhyme
Yep AnElephant swims like a rock
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Our divine Water Diviner Rochelle quenches our thirst for a tidal wave of tall tales.
And AnElephant is in a soggy mess.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
This is the third successive night.
I am not sure if the noise wakened me, or if I am just restless.
It is not loud.
Maybe it would be better if it was.
The first night I assumed it was a dripping tap, so I just ignored it.
Last night I got up and checked the kitchen and bathroom.
So tonight I was expecting it.
I strain my ears, try to find some clarity.
It seems to come from far away.
The cemetery outside the village, perhaps.
Where, just last week, my wife was buried.