Elmo And The Office

Elmo lay in a tangled mess of feathers and contraptions on the floor.

“I thought disguising myself as a canary would help me get this job!” he wailed (to the world or to himself, he knew not).

Poor little Elmo. At three and a half years old, he was still too young to understand the world.

Little did he know that what we achieve is a function of who we are on the inside, not who we project ourselves on the outside as.

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Every week, storytellers from around the world gather for Friday Fictioneers where they interpret a prompt given by the amazing Rochelle. This week’s prompt, above, is by Luther Siler and this is my interpretation of it.

© Ankita Kala 2015