AnElephantCant always be happy
There are days when he feels doom and gloom
But like great chandeliers
He flaps his big ears
And his humour brightens the most dreary of rooms
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Our leading light Rochelle shines her inspirational glow on the flickering fables of current chroniclers.
And AnElephant hides in a dark corner.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
That’s it.
© Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Dream Home
When I saw this old house, it was love at first sight.
Like it was when I met my husband.
So, while he builds the business, I prepare our new home.
He is working 18-hour days, still living in the city.
I have organised plumbers, electricians, and joiners.
They have been wonderful.
But I have created the masterpiece.
I have laboriously, tiny flower by tiny flower, painted the magnificent ceiling rose and cornice in the main room.
I am quivering with pride as I show him.
Almost perfect, darling, he says.
We just have to paint over that ghastly ceiling.
What a horrid man! She’ll do well to find a divorce attorney, methinks.
All my best,
MG
Thanks for visiting, MG, always a pleasure to see you here.
Dearest Elephant,
You are so clever and so smart
and your writing lifts my heart.
For you always amuse this grandma still
you are a genius that writes to thrill
Besides that, I call you friend
I will read your work until the end!
Besides that, you make me laugh! Nan
AnElephantCant ever be gloomy
A comment like this can chase any frown
Dear sweet Nan
May be a gran
But she is the nicest and prettiest grandma in town
Oh dear, this incident does not bode well for the marriage.
Nice twist at end — great story.
Thank you, Phylor.
Woops. Someone chose the wrong thing to comment on. Great work!
Yep, charmless oick.
Thank you.
Hope the ending isn’t as horrific as I picture it in my head…
That rather depends, doncha think!
In one of the other stories, the chandelier clutches a person’s head… this may just be such a moment where the chandelier wants to do that. This couple will have to come to an agreement about tastes. Great story, feels painfully real. Been there, heard that, kind of thing. The poem is great, too. Don’t hide in the shadows.
AnElephantCant hide in the shadows
Whatever GaH might think
AnElephant’s ears
Are like chandeliers
Except much bigger and pink
ouch! At least my husband has no opinions about design…that contradict mine, that is ;p Enjoyable as always: And his humour brightens the most dreary of rooms. Absolutely
Samantha’s hubby clearly likes to stay alive.
AnElephant is glad to amuse you.
My hubby is a very wise man indeed!
Me thinks the lady will win this battle. We usually do. I liked your poem.
Tracey
AnElephant thinks Tracey is probably right.
And, to answer your question, peanuts, of course!
Oh dear. He’s going to have to work hard to make up for that gaff.
Maybe it’s okay, Margaret, maybe he is Australian?
LOLOLOLOLOL and all these sort of things, Tay.
AnElephant is happy to amuse!
And the house reverberated with the all too familiar sound of the honeymoon ending… 😉
AnElephant chortles at this comment!
Oh boy, his in trouble….big trouble.
Hmm, ya think? Hmm, ya think?
O boy…his in trouble. Big trouble.
Hmm, ya think?
That man has no culture! Great story.
Not his fault, Claire, he is just a man!
Ha, been there, had that thrown at me. De gustibus and so on.
Wow, Latin on AnElephant’s blog!
Gaudeamus igitur!
Fantastic! I have to say I have missed your poetry that you do at the beginning of your post whilst I’ve been away over the last month. I hope she socked him one for his comment, really great story 🙂
Thank you, Heidi, how very sweet of you.
AnElephant hopes you had fun during your absence.
Perhaps she socked him, maybe she clocked him,
or did she just stick a rose up his nose?
Ghastly ceiling, and a very cold bed! 🙂 Great story!
The ceiling is beautiful, but you are probably right about the bed.
And the man was found with a fork sticking out of his back.. the mourning widow rearranging flowers.
Gosh, Bjorn, AnElephant has hardly bumped off anyone in yonks here, and you arrive and lay waste to his protagonists!
Son of a …! I guess he can change it if he doesn’t like it — in all his spare time! LOL. Well done!
AnElephant is happy you enjoyed his little tale.
Uh oh….
Beautifully expressed, my eloquent lady!
Was that blood splatter on the chandelier? LOL. Funny story as was the poem in the beginning 🙂
Blood on AnElephant’s blog?
Surely not.
Happy to entertain.
Oops. That was NOT the thing to say!
The advice ‘First engage brain’ springs to mind!
I think he may have a bit of a problem on his hands!
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Just a possibility!
Well done! Love ‘quivering with pride’ right before the husband’s comment.
Which is a shocker.
As always.
Thanks, Em.
Och! The CAD!
Och, Scots.
Cad, English.
What are you trying to say here, dear lady?
Just showing off my language skillz 😜
And trying not to curse outright!
I have a feeling she is going to show him just how beautiful the ceiling is. 😀 🙂 I really enjoyed reading this story An Elephant.
Thank you, Joy, AnElephant trusts your intuition.
Thank you, that is kind of you. 🙂 Hope you are doing well.
Ooo, the nasty *?*~#*!”
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Rosey!
How very Australian of you!
Moi? Surement pas!
Ouch. That would have hurt. Wonder if he’ll ever be able to get his foot out of his mouth and apologize!
Yeah, well, that is next week’s story, The Chiropodist and the Dentist..
That chandelier may become a weathervane on Mr. Husband’s dog house!
Ah, banishment, the civilised Canadian approach!
Dear Elephant,
I see a rather dim future for this husband once he pries his hoof from his lips. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
You think the lady might be somewhat miffed, hmm?
Thank you.
Surprises are great; joint planning is better.
Yeah, but not if you are writing a story.
I hope that chandelier is detachable. I know where it needs to be buried… in his head. Nicely done!
Now, now, Sandra, no violence on AnElephant’s blog!
Oh my, that is so sad. Little things can produce fissures and fractures.
AnElephant assumes that the lady knows these things.
Thank you for visiting.