The Bow – Friday Fictioneers

AnElephantCant bear untidiness
He likes to arrange things with care
Which is much admired
Until he gets tired
And sprawls quite haphazardly in a chair

Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Master of Ceremonies Rochelle invites us to the top table to dine on the 100 word stories of seated scribes.
And AnElephant tries not to rearrange the furniture
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
That’s it.

Copyright – Melanie Greenwood

The Bow

Sitting in the sunshine, I see him coming from afar.
His walk is distinctive.
The upper half of his body angles forward at about 45° from the upright.
He makes slow progress, takes great care crossing the road.
He approaches the café, scanning the tables with his prominent eyes.
He reminds me of a large bird.
Or perhaps a small dinosaur?
He stops beside my chair, takes the hand I extend.
It is almost as if he is bowing to his lord, his superior.
Which is probably right.
After all, the last time he challenged me I broke his back.