AnElephantCant always apologise
That is not really the point of this verse
But this week sadly
You will see that he
Exceeds wildly his allotted words
But he kinda likes his wee story
He does not want to make it much shorter
If you think it’s too long
Then please just move on
He thinks you should just do what you gotta
Yup, it is Friday Fictioneer time again.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on a picture prompt (below).
He is at peace with the world.
He has been motoring more or less south through France for the past five days, taking the Routes Nationales rather than the Autoroutes as he is in no hurry to get anywhere in particular.
He enjoys the countryside, the small towns, the rivers and the bridges.
He has no plan, no ties, no commitments.
He is as free as is possible for a man with his background.
When he realises he has no way to escape Aix-en-Provence except on the motorway, he takes it with insouciance.
He is wholly unperturbed, heading east towards Nice at his leisure.
He sees the whole event unfold in slow motion.
First the black shreds of the tyre fly up across his windscreen.
Then he sees the rear of the caravan swing towards his front-end.
Just before it smashes him into the central wall at 120 kilometres per hour he notices the NL plate.
His last thought is that he always liked the Dutch.