Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
This week Al provides us with another wonderful photo of a scene that is quintessentially English. And for once I am not poking fun at my lovely neighbours, or the Auld Enemy as we Scots affectionately call them!
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Click here to hear this 90-second story read aloud by the author:
The Unicorn and the Trapeze
Ernie only gets the job because he is a unicorn.
It’s a bit of a novelty, you see, someone like him in a trapeze act.
Don’t get me wrong, he isn’t bad.
But he isn’t what you would call a natural either.
He has no tradition, the circus isn’t in his blood, like some of us.
So I teach him all he knows, and we put on a pretty good show.
He is what we call the flyer, I’m the catcher.
The point is, if you’ll excuse the pun, that I catch his horn.
That can be tricky.
And rough on my hands.
But it all goes pretty well until the inevitable happens.
We both fall for the same girl.
Rosie the Rope, she is called, and she walks the high wire.
I saw her first, I warn Ernie, I only have to miss you once.
He scowls, says nothing.
As it turns out, it would have been better if I’d stayed quiet.
He doesn’t miss me.
I am on my way to hospital, with a spiral-shaped hole in my chest.
And a spiral-shaped horn protruding from it.
Well, they sack him, of course.
Hornless, he is just another white horse.