AnElephantCant claim he’s a chef
Which is surprising for a chap of his mettle
He leaves most food uncut
Prefers to munch a peanut
AnElephantCant boil a kettle
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Our charismatic culinarist Rochelle heats up a host of hard-working hacks to fry a feast of fantastic fables.
And AnElephant is a recipe for disaster.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
We have a traditional marriage.
I am the bread-winner, Linda the housewife.
We have no children, but we still have hopes.
I am quite surprised when she tells me she is leaving.
Or, more precisely, when she tells me she has left.
I read her note, taped to my lap-top.
It is almost funny, it is such a cliché.
My wife has gone off with my best friend.
Well, I did not see that coming.
I quickly make plans.
I head towards the rear of our sprawling mansion.
I push open a door, stand open-mouthed.
Wow, I think, nice kitchen.