“Two-Minute Tuesdays” are a series of micro-stories written in five minutes or less. Consider them “public practice,” like that guy who shoots free throws in the park. Prompts are supplied at the bottom in case you want to try your own hand at one of them.
One Of Us
It was a task that fell to him, not only as the elder of the herd, but as the young bull’s father. He drew no pleasure from it, but it had to be done.
“Son,” he said, getting his offspring’s attention. “Come walk with me.” The other elephants feigned deafness.
They walked out into the night, away from the herd and into the soft, fresh grass. It was smooth and supple underfoot, which would not last long after the rainy season ended.
“Son, you know why we’re here,” he said.
“I didn’t mean to!” said the young bull. His tusks were white in the moonlight, clean now of the blood that had dripped from them the day before. “I didn’t mean to stabthe man!”
“It doesn’t matter,” his father replied. “All that matters is that you did it.” He turned to face his son. “I’m so proud of you. Welcome to adulthood.”
(Prompt: Use the words Elephant, stab, and supple in a story.)