Coffee Man – Sunday Photo Fiction

AnElephantCant help loving all animals
Whether it is a great ape a squirrel or a gorilla
So he knows where to go to
With this week’s fab photo
AnElephant decides to write a real wild life thriller

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 a herd of tales from the pride of blogland.
But please read AnElephant’s forest of facts and fiction first.

Copyright Al Forbes

Coffee Man

We call him the coffee man.
I think my darling wife spends too much time at the little beach café owned by the oh so charmant Frenchman.
And I think all Frenchmen look like great hairy gorillas!
Those silly moustaches and bushy eyebrows.
She giggles at me, says don’t be silly, sweetheart.
Then goes off to call Roli, her best friend, probably to laugh at me.
Roli!
Abbreviated from Carolina, in that clever way they have.
So smart, her and all her St Andrews University chums.
She always tells me she loves me, but I know the truth.
I never have been good enough, educated enough, for her.
And I hear her on the phone to good old Roli.
I just love the coffee man, she says.
I get my hunting knife and wait for her.
As she looks aghast at her entrails, I tell her why.
She gasps her last words.
Roli wasn’t there, my darling.
I was talking about the coffee.
To her husband, Emanuel.
Man!