AnElephantCant stop singing that song
About green bottles that hang on a wall
He is not at all nervous
Because with no observers
How do we know if a green bottle does fall
Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
We just have to be creative.
The idea is to write a story of around 100 words based on the picture below.
© G.L. MacMillan.
Poison
I am not a cruel person.
I like to think that I give everyone a fair chance.
Even my enemies.
But people who do bad things should be punished, I believe.
I admit I do set myself up as judge and jury.
And I always find them guilty.
But this is where the fair chance applies.
They get to select the bottle.
Some poisons act slowly and painfully.
Others are humanely fast.
And I always offer my condemned prisoners hope of a reprieve.
One bottle, out of the thousands, contains just water.
Very fair, I think.
They get…
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This is so funny. I feel I am being unfaithful if I don’t visit both the zoo and what I would envisage to be a dark, peeling paint sort of room where this post was originally written by “The Intruder” My Elephant Friend.
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Please do not worry your pretty, if slightly deranged, head, Belinda.
And his abode is a dark and slimy hovel, unfit for heffelumps or Aussie ladies.
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I knew it would be like that. You can just tell with some people… (tut)
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