AnElephantCant always write a good story
He sadly has too many failings
But when he sees good ol’ Al’s pic
He scrawls this down quick
For once he finds the challenge plain sailing
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 see some great stories by some great writers.
But yacht to read AnElephant’s little masterpiece of splash fiction while you are here.
Or just drift off to another blog.
Whatever floats your boat.
All at Sea
The bay is secluded, with only the occasional million dollar yacht anchored far off shore.
He smiles as he sees her from the cliff path.
She swims like an otter, sleek and lithe, barely disturbing the surface of the water.
It is almost five years since he last saw her, but he remembers everything about her, every detail of the preceding fifteen years.
He always said that he married her for her legs, which was never true, although they were spectacular.
But she was intelligent, educated and beautiful, and he had been stupid.
He left her with no choice, so she left him.
When he heard that she was living in this Mediterranean paradise – alone – he decided it was time to visit.
He pictures her emerging from the sea, her long tanned legs dripping water.
He imagines the heads turning as she strolls through the small town.
She must have wealthy suitors here, surely?
Then his world collapses as she reaches the shore and hops to the artificial limb lying under the towel.
With an artificial limb?
Wouldn’t she have a spare fin, more likely?
I was thinking spare limbs for when she’s on land.
Hope he sees within and realizes that his world is not shattered after all:) nice one
Always the optimist, sweet Padmini!
Thank you for visiting.
Loved this in your intro… But yacht to read AnElephant’s little masterpiece of splash fiction
You have to be fearless! Honestly, I groaned but laughed heartily.
Très bien construite ton histoire; j’adore la façon dont tu prépares la dernière ligne.
AnElephant just loves a bad pun
Although he sometimes thinks it chases readers away
But he thinks he has one
If he has one
He knows you understand what he is trying to say
Oh, et merci pour les mots gentils!
Love is fickle Sir Elephant if it relies on the physical only.
Oh what do you know about love, you are Australian!
If you can’t drink it out of a stubby or throw it on the barbie, you don’t care!
The clever twist gives the story a whole new complexion.
Thank you Steve, glad you appreciated it.
Great story. I was caught up in possible reunion of love and wammo. I guess we’ll see if it was just her legs.
Maybe they will still reunite and be world champions at the 3-legged race?
See, I was feeling sorry for the guy, thinking he had come to make amends and admit his mistakes… Silly man! Very good story, Mr Elephant!
Thanks, Freya, maybe he means well but is just flawed?
Aren’t we all…. 😉
What a build up to be let down.
Thank you, Ms Kim, good of you to drop in and comment.
mmmm That is why love should be more than physical attraction. 🙂
Yep, otherwise we don’t have a leg to stand on!
Haha whoops 🙂
Or haha w hops!
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