Respect – Sunday Photo Fiction

AnElephantCant speak any evil
That is something his friends quickly discover
It is not a surprise
That he does not close his eyes
And his ears are too gigantic to cover

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 find some secretive stories in response to this week’s excellent prompt.
But please cast an eye over AnElephant’s unspoken words first.

Copyright Al Forbes

Respect

I have to be honest, I really like the guy, always have done.
He is probably my best pal, known him since we were that high.
The things we used to get up to when we were kids!
Always in trouble, we were, first with our mums, then at that terrible school, then the police.
Aye, but changed days now, of course.
Listen, don’t mean to be rude, but I haven’t much time, need to go up and see him.
I want to make sure his knee gets better and he’ll be able to walk without those crutches.
But he is his own worst enemy, you know.
I mean, we were actually in the wee café in the square when he said that.
Total lack of respect, I thought.
And not too smart.
He knows I have a bit of a temper.
And yet he provokes me that way.
Dead stupid, isn’t it.
Witnesses?
Hey, you really are new around here, aren’t you?