The Garden – Sunday Photo Fiction

AnElephantCant always be very polite
Although he thinks if you fart then you must say pardon
He tries to display good manners
Doesn’t drop any clangers
And writes a wee story about a different sort of garden

This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (c. 150 words) based on a photo prompt (below) provided by Alastair.
Just click on the link to wander philosophically through the pastures of perfect peace.
But please first read AnElephant’s madness and mayhem.

Copyright Al Forbes

Copyright Al Forbes

The Garden

The old man smiles to himself as he watches them climb over his wall.
He is restricted in his movement nowadays, but he still tends his trees, plants and flowers faithfully.
The two miscreants are young, maybe 11 or 12 years old.
He knows they are here to steal his prize-winning produce.
He doesn’t mind if they just take a few items to eat, as long as they don’t trample his flowers and pick and discard unripe fruit.
He does not like waste.
He watches as they blunder destructively through his vegetable plot, laughing and shushing each other loudly as they go.
When they reach the strawberry patch he hears one whisper ‘It is very quiet here, Anja’.
Yes, he thinks, that is because my Dobermans do not bark before they attack.

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3 Responses to The Garden – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. Very scary indeed. 😯


  2. misskzebra says:

    Being savaged by dogs, whatever next?


  3. Al says:

    Hahaha Whoops. 😆


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