AnElephantCant go out in a row-boat
Or a skiff or a punt or a scull
You might see him tarry there
On an aircraft carrier
Because he is enormous but rarely too dull
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 see some more sensible solutions to this week’s excellent prompt.
But please be kind and read AnElephant’s skull-splitting story first.
Out for a Row
Well, he is the most annoying person I have ever rowed with.
And no we didn’t row much, although we rowed together a lot.
I have shared a boat with a lot of irritating people, but he was the worst.
Just never stopped.
Where are we going?
Why can’t I sit behind you for a change?
Remember there is a big bridge just up here!
Talk about a front-seat driver.
And his favourite.
Are we there yet?
It was almost funny the first time.
But twice a week for two years and it starts to grow old.
And now he is dead.
Died suddenly out on the water.
And it appears I am a suspect.
Just because there were only two of us in the scull.
And he got his skull bashed in.
Quite appropriate, even amusing, don’t you think?
But they don’t have any real evidence.
Not unless you count my broken oar with his blood on it.
Proven guilty, m’lud.
Dear Elephant, You’re innocent until proven guilty. I think there is a chill in the air, perhaps you can build a fire and use an oar for fuel? Good story! Nan 🙂
Oh my goodness! I thought a little row boat ride should be very relaxing. 😯
Oh boy! But backseat driving (or paddling) can be such a pain!
Plead not guilty by wave of insanity on the high seas.
How can a simple photo of a canoe-type craft invite such bloody responses? Loved this 🙂
A good lawyer required! 🙂
Haha circumstantial 😉
A bloody one