Hill Town – Sunday Photo Fiction

AnElephantCant climb a mountain
He can’t even puff up a wee hill
The truth is that heights
Give him great big frights
And he stops being pink and turns green when he starts to feel ill

Sound Bite Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
This week’s rugged view makes me think of the Maures Mountains, which tower above Medville.
And, of course, of Al himself, a pretty rugged sort of chap!
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.

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The little town has a rather bloody history.
It sits high in the Massif des Maures, and its fort was the site of the last stand of the Moors in 973 AD.
They were all slaughtered.
The views from here are breathtaking.
To the south-east lies the Mediterranean Sea, with St Tropez visible through a gap in the hills some 15 kilometres away.
Far to the north tower the snow-capped…

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