AnElephantCant keep his composure
He is working himself into a frenzy
But he scratches his ears
Why Friday Fictioneers
Always seems to come out on a Wednesday
But he will not get involved in such trivia
He must focus on his 100 word story
If he gets it right
He possibly might
Find himself happily covered in glory
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on a picture prompt (below).
Dad, I can’t do this, I can’t hold on any longer.
We are almost there, hang on, son.
Please, Dad, help me, my arms are breaking.
Just a few more inches and we’ll be okay. My fingers are almost touching, just a tiny bit more.
Oh, my arms, my shoulders, my back. Dad, I can’t breathe any more.
Be strong, son, you know your mother is depending on us. My fingers are touching now!
Dad, next week can we please just tell Mum that the one at the front was the biggest, firmest melon on the stall?