Friday Fictioneers is hosted by the wonderful Rochelle, the undisputed master of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
She sets the weekly challenge, and the standard.
This week’s fascinatingly bizarre prompt is provided by Liz Young.
The idea, as always, is to write a story of around 100 words based on this picture, below.
Click here to hear the writer read his words:
I gaze out across the shimmering grasslands.
In the distance I see a small herd of grazing zebra.
The pride’s females are starting to slink towards them in two great arcs.
Behind me the cubs are mewling.
This is my world.
A female nudges me as she passes, then moves quickly after the others.
Her long sinuous body stays close to the ground, she is soon hidden by the swaying grass.
I turn my head languorously towards the sun that warms my back.
I do not want to be here.
I yearn to be alone, to be free.