AnElephantCant always write a new rhyme
Sometimes he can’t write anything useful at all
Do you think he is wrong
To steal words from a song
When the bottles are not green and they do not hang on a wall
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Chief cook and bottle washer Rochelle invites us to let the genie of genius out of the bottle to create a story in 100 words.
And AnElephant tries to avoid the broken glass.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
I am understandably nervous when I meet him for the first time.
He is the Master of his art, and his wine cellar houses the greatest collection in Provence, perhaps in France.
He is surprisingly approachable and, with very few conditions, takes me as his apprentice.
My studies are more varied than I anticipated, encompassing everything from anthropology and theology through anatomy and biology to viticulture and oenology.
It is only after years of patient application that he at last leads me down the dark steps to view the end product.
I gaze awestruck at thousands of bottled human souls.