Written for Esther’s “Can You Tell A Story In” – #307
in exactly 41 words using these four prompt words:
‘petrified’, ‘heptathlon’, ‘umbrella’, and ‘crayon’.
Here’s my flash in exactly 41 words.
When storm clouds gathered overhead during the heptathlon, Brunhilde felt uncharacteristically petrified. She grabbed a nearby umbrella but it was no match for the deluge. Desperate, she drew a makeshift shelter with her trusty crayon, but alas, it was too small.
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41 Words
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The Elephant's Trunk 
At least she tried!
A great track, I like anything by Mika, but this has to be my favourite –
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Thank you, dear Keith. That was wonderful!
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Fun!
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Esther always comes through with great words for us. Thanks very much, Di. Glad to know you enjoyed my story about the ill-fated heptathlon and unlucky Brunhilde!
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Randomness turned into fabulous! 👏🏻 🎶 Thank you for this share, Nancy. ✨
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Random is right! 😂 Trying to put these unplanned words together into some sort of story is quite a challenge. Good thing I like a challenge! 😎 Thanks very much, Michele. Great comment! 💫
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Awesomeness! 😁👍🏻 😎
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Fun video, Nancy.
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Glad you enjoyed it, Jim. It’s new to me.
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That is very creative Nancy poor old Brunhilde 😃
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Thanks, Ange. I think Brunhilde lost this one.
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🥹😭
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Really fun story, Nancy 🤗
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Thanks, Esther. And thank you for the words!
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Fabulous Nance 💜💜
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Many thanks, CA!
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An, those trusty ‘old crayons’ can come handy, Nancy … 💕😍🌏
A Box of Old Crayons
Sometimes I stare at an empty table
And wonder if I would ever be able
To turn the fading power back on
I was unsure about another swansong
But each time I became lost and wrong
I found another box of old crayons
And from here and there, words did flow
Nurturing my dry mirages to regrow
Replenished by the thawing mountain snow
Nature’s river rejoined my ocean’s undertow
Again, colouring in my life of highs and lows
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Absolutely loving this Crayola Moment, dear Ivor. Thank you for sharing your poem. 🥰🖍️
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Always my pleasure, Nancy 😍🌏📖
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