I have some news to share here
which I’ll explain anon
but before that let me tell you
AnElephant is gone
so now I must inform you
I suffer from an affliction
I’m a compulsive writer
of what I call Sound Bite Fiction
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, to whom I owe a huge debt of gratitude.
The idea is to write a story of around 100 words inspired by the picture below.
© Jean L. Hays
Cars
It is almost dark when they appear.
I am walking along the old moor road, far from home.
I know from the roar of their engines that they are the Killie Boys.
Our sworn enemies.
I start to run.
I know that they have already seen me from the high point.
I turn down a dirt track, my feet flying, my breath gasping.
I know, as they do, that there is nowhere to hide out here in this barren country.
But I do not want to hide.
I just want to lead them into the traps we dug earlier.
Sound Bite Fiction 
Funny story CE. Looking at the photo I would say that the traps worked. 😉
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Thanks, Joy, glad you enjoyed this little tale.
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Nice Ending 🙂
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Thank you, glad you liked.
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I’m shedding crocodile tears for the elphant. I didn’t know him well, but liked what I read. But no matter who you are or he is, I’ll read on. This story has a great build-up, very scary. These kids fight hard (even if the result is chuckle-worthy).
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No tears, please, for AnElephant.
He has had a good run, and will still do the funnies over at his zoo.
Big thanks for your kind words and support.
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The trap is set, the bait launched, and by the photo I’d say the villains captured. Well done!
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Thank you, Yolanda, for the kind words.
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AnElephantCant will me missed
Interesting, his comments were
But his fiction has passed on
To this upstart Sir C. E. Ayr
Good that the trap worked. Are the Killie Boys still inside, I wonder 🙂
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a rhyme a rhyme
from cool Vinay
thanks for your time
c. e. must say
as for the Killie Boys
it is hard to care
one of life’s little joys
says Sir C. E. Ayr
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Great story. Those Killie boys got theirs!
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Good to see, yes?
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Nice plot.
No offense… but I like the pink elephant better…No, Freudian analysis please 🙂
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Glad you liked story.
No offence taken.
As Shakespeare says, one man’s pachyderm is another man’s poison.
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Ah! schizophrenia rules OK. Great story, great tactics.
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Schizophrenic?
Who, me/him or him/me?
Thank you, glad you enjoyed the tale.
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Hmmm… now I’m confused…
Love your take on the prompt!
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Confused, Dale?
I am an alias who has just escaped from a large pink pachyderm, how do you think I feel?
Glad you enjoyed.
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But…who’s Brian?
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Brian who?
Is there another impostor lurking hereabouts?
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How many aliases do you have?
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How many would you like?
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Alrighty then!
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Oh finally the secret behind the pink elephant is exposed… I need a glass of beer 🙂
Interesting take, laying traps.. sounds like something out of Mad Max..
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Nothing is exposed, Bjorn, just another layer of deceit!
But great to see you here, and glad you found something to ponder in my story.
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ceayr, so nice to meet you. A nifty story.
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We have met previously, Samantha, when I wore a different (pinker) disguise!
Glad you enjoyed the story.
And nifty!
So long since I heard that word.
Ya dancer!
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well, I knew AnElephant, but as an alter ego, I thought perhaps I had never really met YOU before 😉
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Hello Ceayr! A fantastic take on the prompt, beautifully written as always and I love your poetry. 🙂
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You are too kind, Heidi.
Thank you for visiting and commenting again.
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Run, ceayr! Run!
Well set up trap for the reader as well.
images of North by Northwest in the description of the chase..
Then I couldn’t help but wonder
Did you stuff AnElephant in a trunk?
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In the absence of AnElephant, dear Emmy, I do the funnies.
Okay?
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Parvenu and pachyderm molester: I like your take on the photo.
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Thanks, Mick.
But I never touched him, honestly!
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Dear C.E.
Gangs are universal, aren’t they? Sad but well written piece.
Shalom,
Rochelle
PS You’re much nicer looking than a pink elephant.
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At this moment, dear lady, I am almost the same colour!
Thank you for your kind words, and for the inspiration behind the book.
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Reblogged this on anelephantcant and commented:
AnElephantCant believe it
He is tearing out his hair
He is steadily being ousted
By the upstart C.E. Ayr
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Nice story poem 🙂 But I should say, I am sad to hear that An Elephant has gone… I have never met before an elephant who writes poetical stories… I am sure he is in somewhere else and waiting for being missed… Thank you Ceeayr, have a nice day, love, nia
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Please don’t fret, Nia, he is still lurking over on his own blog!
Glad you liked the story.
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