Thursday April 11th, 2013

The exercise:

Write about: the elephant.

I should get this posted and then catch up on replying to your comments. Some of them, at least. But first, a picture:


Took that this evening, just before dinner. Fairly certain it's a nectarine blossom, but it might also be a peach blossom. I shall consult the experts (aka, Kat's parents) and get back to you on it.

Mine:

On the horizon, silhouetted against a sunset sky, stands a lone elephant. At this distance, at least. If a fellow were foolish enough to get quite a ways closer, that elephant would become his horizon. I am not, I am pleased to report, that foolish.

The grey beast is magnificent, even from this vantage point. A moveable mountain of muscle with two elegant tusks, the end of its trunk hovering just above the ground. I wonder where his compatriots are.

He is absolutely motionless. If I were not standing here I would swear I'm looking at a postcard, not real life. I imagine him contemplating his day, thinking of distant relatives, perhaps planning tomorrow's route across the plain.

Of course, if I were much closer than is strictly wise, I would know that the truth is much simpler: he is waiting for a mouse to go away.

4 Comments:

Gargi said...

She suddenly pitied the elephant legs. The enormity of the weight they had to carry made her weary with concern. It reminded her of how her grief was weighing down upon her just then.
The grief of having to let go of a man she loved so dearly. The weariness of having to start leading a life without the one person she had wanted to be with all her life.
She closed her eyes and let the weight out in the form of tears.

She opened them only to find the elephant legs once again. The legs that carried the weight upon them without complaint. She noticed a tiny tail that followed the legs. As tiny as the hope she was left with in her heart.
She couldn't let go of that tiny hope. Not so soon. She decided to follow the elephant legs at least for as long as the tail remained.

Greg said...

@Gargi: that's very emotive stuff.

@Marc: Wonderful description, and I like how the truth is so prosaic and yet amusing at the same time. It also made me wonder who is responsible for the myth that elephants are scared of mice.
The picture is lovely too, I think it might actually be slightly better than your bee picture from last time, but that's probably because I prefer the colours :)

The elephant
"That's an elephant!"
"It's not an elephant, it's a dinosaur."
"No, it's an elephant."
Sylvestra and the Green Lightbulb were stood outside the headquarters of the Council of Nastiness, nose-to-nose, arguing, while the possibly-not-a-dinosaur watched them while chewing on a crosswalk sign.
"It's a dinosaur. It looks nothing like an elephant," said Sylvestra, waving a hand in the animal's direction.
"It's grey and big; it's an elephant."
"It has six legs! Elephant's don't have six legs!"
"This one does, so that proves you wrong. Ner!" The Green Lightbulb stuck his tongue out at Sylvestra, and she punched him in the stomach. He folded up, coughing and spitting blood where he'd bitten his tongue.
"It also doesn't have a trunk," said Sylvestra. "It has a proboscis."
"You know, it doesn't look much like a dinosaur," said Dr. Septopus coming out of the main doors.
"Don't you start!"

David said...

The Elephant was in the room. No one would say a thing about him. They had been taken for a ride and now it was time for him to get a taste of his own medicine. They talked until they were blue in the face. They wanted him to leave with his tail between his legs. This guy was truly a jack of all trades and a master of none. He had jumped the gun a million times and that was just the tip of the iceberg.

“Just a cotton pickin minute here,” The Elephant said

“Justice is blind, and all that jazz. The journey of a thousand miles begins with the first step. And I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck.”

They could tell he was just mailing it in and making a mountain out of a mole hill.

Marc said...

Gargi - that's very nicely done. The connections your narrator finds felt very natural and realistic.

Greg - I blame the cartoons of my childhood for the elephant/mouse thing.

Hahaha, friggin' fantastic. Sigh, I love those guys :D

David - that's an impressive amount of cliches (while still making sense!) in such a short space :)