AnElephantCant claim to be musical
He sounds like a gruff goat with a very sore throat
You cover your ears
Be reduced to tears
When he tries to hit a high note
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Presented weekly by rock ‘n’ roll Rochelle, please follow this link for some rhythmic writing by philharmonic fablers.
But first pause to read some off-key atrocity from AnElephant.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
He stands outside the café, wondering if he can afford a meal.
Hey, aren’t you Vincent? Used to be a rock star?
I still am, he lies, I am just resting.
I’m a songwriter, I have a song that is made for you!
Twenty minutes later he knows he is on his way back.
The song is perfect for him.
But he is beginning to resent this man who wants to use him, he could easily have written this song himself.
He smiles his famous smile.
Walk with me, my friend, the cliff path is beautiful this time of night.