AnElephantCant eat Corn Flakes for breakfast
And here in France he cannot buy Ricicles
But even after the storm
He finds it quite warm
He does not agree that icicles are twicicles as nicicles*
*AnElephant plagiarises a TV advert which is familiar to his reader in the UK.
To his other reader he says:
Yeah, get over it!
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 chilling thrillers in response to this week’s excellent prompt.
But please first cast an eye over AnElephant’s shivering shambles.
When the ghosts return I am surprised and disappointed.
It is the first time they have appeared for almost two years.
I really hoped, even believed, that they had gone to sleep forever.
But it seems not.
I realise now that there is no escape from the past.
Or from the terrible things I have done.
Or, most of all, from the people I let down, abused and hurt.
Here on the Mediterranean, I live in a little corner of paradise.
Even the weather is so much kinder, relieving the aches in my old bones.
In my home land, far to the north, the temperatures are already below freezing.
But, more importantly, for the first time in my life, my soul has found peace.
I strive to be a better person.
I try to forget what has gone before.
But, apparently, they cannot, and will not.
I go onto my little terrasse, gaze at the night sky which is suddenly so much darker.
Then look down four storeys to the pavement below.
And I sigh.
Because I now understand that is the only way I can be free.
Ghosts are like harpies, hard to get rid of.
I sold mine… He carried them away
Ghosts aren’t part of our DNA
But lines and textures of our journey
Wrap them in samite cloth
with love and a kiss shoo them off.
and breathe the night’s starlight.
Merci, Em, it seems that this little tale touched something in qite a few people.
Always good to know that there is reality in fiction.
Incredibly insightful. Death is always the end of the journey, but you know you’ve got one or two more adventures to battle through first!
So happy to see you here, Sin.
And yes, we still have a giant battle to win.
No plans to check out before that one!
The introspection of your MC was both wonderful and sad. Another great post my friend.
Thank you, Lyn, you are very kind.
I think we all have these moments, though hopefully not so extreme.
That is a chilling realization to come to. Those ghosts of the past can be powerful.
Very true, David.
Thanks for visiting and commenting.
I love this one. It made me very happy. It’s like a little mosaic of mirrors -words- and cheaper than a shrink.
Hi Bon, glad you enjoyed it.
A sad and chilling tale.
Well, Al, icicles are hardly the cheeriest image to start with!
Cool pic though.
They definitely give the cold shoulder
Oh there has to be another option. How easily we let hopelessness contain the possibilities.
And yet some choose this way out, Joseph.
But do not fret, it is only a story!
You are right on both counts. This one just hit a little close to home this week.