AnElephantCant go out in the rain
Although he thinks water is really cool stuff to drink
He likes to splash in his bath
Have a bit of a laugh
But he worries in case it makes his trunk shrink
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Our green goddess Rochelle offers a literary olive branch to a fantastic forest of fabulous fablers.
And AnElephant is rooted to the spot.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
I understand women.
They are wonderfully emotional creatures.
They love to cry.
When they are happy and when they are sad.
Or just when they feel like it.
This is the key to my comprehension.
Because tears have to go somewhere.
I may gallantly, in passing, offer a handkerchief or tissue.
Or simply lift their own, with no more difficulty.
You ask me why?
Just a little chemical analysis tells me everything.
All in those tears.
Because where do tears come from?
Their beautiful eyes.
The windows to the soul.