AnElephantCant climb a tree
If he is a monkey then that is just fine
But as he is a heffelump
He falls down with a bump
He prefers to sit quietly and unadventurously and enjoy the pleasant autumn sunshine
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 sun-dappled stories in response to this week’s excellent prompt.
But please first cast an eye over AnElephant’s wintry woes.
Copyright Al Forbes
The Suburbs
I am a lady in the middle years of my expected life span.
I live with my elder sister, also still unmarried.
She is the senior assistant in our little suburban library.
I have worked for over twenty years in the same government office.
Each day I find a mountain of official papers from the same department in my in-tray.
I scrutinise and initial each one, and place it neatly in my out-tray for delivery to another department.
This morning I have my usual breakfast, a nice cup of tea with one and a half slices of lightly buttered toast.
I am preparing my lunch-time sandwiches, cheese and tomato, which, unless it rains, I will eat on my usual bench in the park round the corner from the office.
Then she startles me with a little muffled librarian sneeze.
I calmly but laboriously sever her head from her body with the bread knife, then leave it on the kitchen table while I wrap my lunch.
I realise that I am rather drenched in blood but if I stop to change now I will be late.
I hurry to the bus stop only to see the number 44 disappear down the avenue.
This might ruin my whole day.
anelephantcant 
Life in the suburbs is so calm, until the pachyderm unwraps another murder!
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Wow, sounds like she was just waiting to snap. Her sister must have been tiptoeing around her her whole life if she avoided being murdered up until now.
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Dearest Elephant, you have a way with a rebondissement and a twist of knife. I am feeling the need now to change up my routine and my bus route!
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That darn bus, always ruining the day. What a story to take in. A lot in a little words and I feel a bit icky after reading. Excellent and fun in a weird way.
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With all the outrageous elements in this story… it still works!
Comedy in surreal black horror… It defies description (gallic shrug, here).
Bus 44? I’ll avoid that one.
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How much do I love this line – I calmly but laboriously sever her head from her body ? Oh so much.
Excellent piece of writing. To me it is perfect and I congratulate you.
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Ahh I see it was a bread knife. Entirely different weapon.
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With a butter knife?!? Now that took some doing.
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Now that’s is someone with Asperger’s in the extreme 😀 Definitely does not like change. Great story. Love it.
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