AnElephantCant sit still for too long
He has itchy feet and just loves to rove
He pauses briefly here so
He can let you all know
A calanque is a steep-sided rocky cove
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Where a spume-splattered Rochelle seduces salty scribes with a spray-filled seascape.
And AnElephant splashes sadly in the shallows.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
He sits on a rock on the steep face of the calanque.
Forty feet below him the Mediterranean crashes violently over jagged rocks.
Behind him the cliff face towers inaccessibly.
He came down, carefully, a barely discernible path.
He hardly remembers why he is running.
But he knows they will never forget.
He smiles grimly.
There is no way they can find him here.
He relaxes, enjoying the early winter sun.
As it disappears behind the hills he stands, reluctantly.
And, although they are thirty feet above him, he can see the satisfaction on the faces of the two men.