AnElephantCant play any instrument
Not the bagpipes or a tuba or a drum
He can’t even trumpet
But like it or lump it
He can bash out the rhythm with his trunk on his bum
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Our cute conductor Rochelle orchestrates an original opus from a philharmony of fictional fiddlers.
And AnElephant tries not to B Flat.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
I love Saturday evening in the park.
The band draws a little crowd, young families as well as elderly folk.
The music is not very good, to be honest, and they always play the same program.
But people sit and chat, clap politely, and the children run wild.
The atmosphere is relaxed, friendly, although I don’t mix too well.
I tend to stay away from the groups, closer to the trees.
I find that knowing the tunes is really helpful.
I take my time, wait for each crescendo.
That is my favourite part.
That is when I torture the child.