AnElephantCant climb a high mountain
He has not a great head for height
Where’er hills abound
He stays close to the ground
Because he is not keen to get a mammoth fright
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Where a towering Rochelle elevates earth-bound scribblers to the peak of prosaic perfection.
And AnElephant lumbers in the lowlands.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
High in the Pyrenees Mountains in the heart of Basque country, they are almost overwhelmed by the warmth and generosity shown by her extended family.
The mother is so happy to meet her long lost cousin from across the ocean.
She is very proud of her son who speaks limited English, their only conduit for communication.
He is patient, smiling, helpful.
On their last morning, he takes them along the dirt road above the house, showing them the fruit trees growing there.
He picks berries, insists they try some.
And turns away to hide the smile flickering across his face.