AnElephantCant deny he’s a big chap
He stands nearly fifty feet tall
Okay that’s an exaggeration
Because to his consternation
He finds that he cannot see over Bjorn’s wall
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Master builder Rochelle takes steps to surround herself with stony-faced story-tellers of solid sagas.
And AnElephant is a small drain on resources.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
No one comes here now.
There are stories of dark happenings in the past.
Some long ago, the wall dates back to Roman times.
Some are more recent, there are rumours of bribery, betrayal and murder during the second ill-fated Jacobite rebellion.
And of ghosts who wander restlessly, seeking the next world in vain.
Which makes it the perfect place to bury a body.
Even in daylight, and little gets through to this gloomy spot, it has an eerie feel to it.
At night it is just terrifying.
It even scares me.
I wish they had buried me somewhere else.