The Lion – Friday Fictioneers

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.

© Liz Young

Click here to hear the writer read his words:

The Lion

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 sigh.
I do not want to be here.
I yearn to be alone, to be free.

About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
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55 Responses to The Lion – Friday Fictioneers

  1. lisarey1990 says:

    Wonderful vivid images. They really bring this piece to life.

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  2. mandibelle16 says:

    Very interesting piece and I liked Sascha’s addition of the song. It’s very striking, the king of the jungle (etc.), but he has no desire left to be this king, to participate in his tribe in the role that it is. It’s fascinating from an animals perspective put perhaps there is a great deal of anthropomorphism here, giving the animal these human desires for freedom. But freedom, I think, perhaps is more than a human feeling, somehow it is is a universal feeling regardless of many species. Hugs CE.

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    • ceayr says:

      Thank you, Amanda, for your usual thoughtful comments.
      If you have ever had the misfortune to see the big cats pacing their enclosures in a zoo you know they yearn to be free.
      My story can, of course, be taken as an allegory.

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      • mandibelle16 says:

        Of course. And yes, I know what you mean. When I was a little girl I very much recall the tigers at the Valley Zoo being like this. For a child it’s scary, but knowing better now, you feel awful for them. Now I’m pretty sure they’ve passed on and/or been moved to a wild life sanctuary, as with most animals such as this.

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  3. First time I’ve done the audio. Language is about rhythm and hearing a poet’s delivery of their own writing brings a truth to that piece. Which, incidentally, I liked.

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  4. I hope there’s a nice retirement home in their forest. Or maybe he can just buy a banana boat.

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  5. 4963andypop says:

    Typical man. Letting the women do all the work and then complaining about it. 😊just kidding.

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  6. Lovely imagery that brought the story alive. Maybe the time grows near for him to have a pride of his own. =)

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  7. Thereis something incredibly sexy about this.

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  8. I’m always intrigued by listening to you recite your writings. I could see the vision so clearly as you read each line. Peaceful yet longing for another place to be for perhaps there might be more satifaction where he wants to go … or … not. The risk one always takes when looking for more than they have. Stellar …
    Isadora 😎

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  9. At least they aren’t sneaking up on a huge pink pachyderm. I hear those are rather tough and stringy.

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  10. granonine says:

    It would seem we all yearn to be born free, no matter how free we may seem to others.

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  11. Sounds like a lovely life, lazing in the grass. Those lions are never satisfied. Great story.

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  12. One isn’t always happy where they are, even if the livin’ is easy.

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  13. Loved this take on the prompt, even if “Born Free” immediately began playing in my head. the description is perfect.

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  14. michael1148humphris says:

    I felt that I was there. Lovely

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  15. pennygadd51 says:

    You catch the languor of the male lion in the hot sun beautifully. I can see him clearly!

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  16. Emily says:

    I love how you’ve taken the theme of imprisonment from the picture and built on that. This is beautifully written – and beautifully read, too!

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  17. Sandra says:

    Good job those females are out getting dinner for him while he minds the babies. Good one. No bodies, probably just carcasses this week.

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  18. Iain Kelly says:

    He might be in for a shock when he finds he has to go out and fend for himself. Doesn’t know how good he’s got it!

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  19. Full of yearning to escape the mundane, no matter how idyllic it might seem. Very nicely told

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  20. But who would feed him? Interesting point of view, beautifully written.

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  21. Dear CE,

    A lion’s-eye-view wonderfully and sensitively told.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  22. jillyfunnell says:

    Fascinating take. A lion feeling trapped in what humans perceive as glorious freedom. Powerful prose poem.

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  23. neilmacdon says:

    Eloquently told. I wonder if it might be better in third person?

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