AnElephantCant quite make out this picture
He thinks it may be the reflection of a bus
He decides to stick with it
It is just the ticket
So he writes a funny story without any fuss
This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (c. 150 words) based on a photo prompt (below) provided by Alastair.
Follow the link to be transported into a whole world of fiction.
But please don’t get off until you read AnElephant’s contribution to this omnibus.
Ticket to Ride
The nuisance always takes the seat next to him.
It does not matter where he decides to sit.
Upstairs or downstairs, window or aisle, bags beside him or not, they always pick him out unerringly.
And talk to him.
Usually unintelligible drivel.
Sometimes conspiracy theories.
Or Big Brother government agency intrusion.
Or, worst of all, a diatribe about the local soccer team.
How come the loony always chooses me, he asks his friends.
There are plenty of other folk, and lots of empty seats, but every time!
They laugh at him.
It is because you are so kind and easy-going!
But he does not mind so much now.
Not since he discovered the solution.
He just leaves his pack of sandwiches behind when he gets off.
And knows that at least this guy will never bother him – or anyone else – ever again.