AnElephantCant deny he loves sunshine
He is happy to swim and to laze in the sand
You say what he must mean is
He likes girls in bikinis
He shrugs his shoulders his life is just grand
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Presented weekly by bathing belle Rochelle, please follow this link for some splashing stories by her sun-drenched scribes.
But first pause to read some seaweed strands from AnElephant.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
The beach is wonderful.
Three kilometres of sun-kissed sand curving round the bay, gently washed by the Mediterranean.
In summer it is alive.
Families arranged on towels under parasols to shelter the youngest.
Children romping naked in the surf.
Elderly couples on deck chairs, her talking, him sleeping.
Pretty girls in bikinis watching bronzed lads playing volleyball.
Books by Michael Connelly and Lee Child in a multitude of languages.
Pens filling in Sudoku, crosswords, a myriad of other puzzles.
People on holiday, relaxing, having fun.
I smile and ask myself this simple question.
Tonight, which of them will I kill?