Dover Castle – Sunday Photo Fiction

AnElephantCant deny he is sometimes perhaps overly verbose
He likes to use an abundance even a myriad of words
But here is one more fact
He can get side-tracked
He discovers this is nonsense and he’s away with the birds

This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (c. 150 words) based on a photo prompt (below) provided by Alastair.
Which is not repeat not a pigeon!
Please click on the link to view a fulsome felicitation of feathery fables by fellow fantasisers.
But please first read AnElephant’s terrible twitterings.

Copyright Al Forbes

Dover Castle

This is a great place to live if you are a crow.
Plenty of tourists dropping litter, good pickings there.
A quick swoop takes me out over the famous White Cliffs, wonderful thermals.
And I can have a little jaunt over to France, parler avec les corbeaux, very friendly guys.
My French is improving, although they say I have an awful accent, like Dougal in the Magic Roundabout.
But anyway, the view from up here is useful, I can see into the back of all the sea-front apartments.
Take that nice Mr Forbes at number 36, he has lots of interesting visitors, usually young ladies, but he had AnElephant once.
Go figure!
He has an American lady visiting just now, very pretty, or is that pithy?
Funny thing, I don’t often see them leaving, but then I am usually distracted by the foxes and rats.
They always seem to be digging up some tasty morsels in his back garden.
Yes, this is a great place to live, especially if you are a Carrion Crow.