AnElephant is easily confused by doors
He finds it difficult to handle keys bolts and locks
The question is posed
What marvel can be enclosed
He can’t guess so he lifts up his trunk and just knocks
He is once again trying to gain entry to Friday Fictioneers, having to first circumvent the doorkeeper in the shape of mighty Rochelle, protector of the regulations.
Which are: write a 100 word story based on picture prompt (below).
Follow the link to see some great stories by some great writers.
But betcha they are not funny as AnElephant’s hilarious little piece.
Prepare to hurt you sides laughing!
Copyright – Rich Voza
As one door opens
He never goes through the park without pausing to commune with the great Parasol Pine.
It is a magnificent tree, perhaps 150 years old, and he feels as though it understands his pain.
He runs his hand over the rough bark, telling it this may be his last visit.
He is being eaten alive from within by a debilitating illness which is very close to reducing him to an incompetent wreck, incapable of caring for himself.
He is already well on his way to suffering a slow and excruciatingly painful exit.
The huge branch crashes down, instantly ending his agony.
Hahaha! Well, Elephant, I think that solved a problem, didn’t it? Funny stuff!
That was a surprising ending – and the only mention of the doors is the opportunity of exiting life. I particularly liked your poem this week, by the way.
Thank you, dear lady, it is rewarding when someone notices the little things!
I will have to remember that when I feel bad, don’t talk to trees. I guess it did it in sympathy. But whoa. It was very creative though. Good for you 🙂
I am in awe of your writing! Your take on the photo is so creative. You captured the pain and despair of a slow lingering death so well. A swift exit is what we all hope for.
So instead of excruitiating pain it was a swift BOOM
I like this! So sudden and graceful! 🙂
Very different take! Great one!
Scott
Mine: http://kindredspirit23.wordpress.com/2013/09/25/friday-fictioneers-door-number-two-horror-pg13-92713/
This just goes to show you trees mean business! Ha! Great story!
At least we can look to the trees for kindness. Good for him that the tree saw what needs to be done.
What a wild ending! You hug a tree, and sometimes it hugs back, I guess.
I must admit, I never considered death by tree a good way to go, but you make a good argument for it under the right circumstances.
That tree was like an angel of death – saving him from all the pain. But – OUCH – what a way to go!
what a considerate tree…guess they DO listen afterall 🙂
A noble sacrifice by the tree!
I laughed, felt bad about it, then laughed again.
The Kevorkian pine.
Interesting read. Thanks for sharing!
Praise the Lord! 😉
Wow, what a great story. I like how you seemingly ignored the doors in favor of the tree, yet tied it all together with the idea of exiting.
squish like a bug no fanfare
enjoyable dark tale
again Sir elephant you have stunned me with your last sentence, well done in making me feel sorry for him, then squish?
Sometimes Nature listens to us and even acts…
Needless to say, react too…
I loved this!
Dear AEC,
The tree understood him more than he realized, or it just needed some fertilizer. Good job.
Aloha,
Doug
Poor man. The tree is kind in a strange way
A very obliging tree. Just hope he’d put his affairs in order… Nice one.
I swear I heard a drumroll !
Dear Elephant,
Well, that was humorous in a dark sort of way. Sympathetic and kindly old tree, that. I love your verse and intro this week.
Shalom from your doorkeeper,
Rochelle
Haha That ended that then