It was dry and dusty and the waterhole had turned to mud. Fish slopped pathetically, where once he drank and played. With nothing to stay for, his mother urged him away, although the horizon only shimmered dangerously with mirage. She’d been calling the gods of thunder but he was afraid of them. And he had never been thirsty.
She marched with certainty towards scrubland on the horizon. After many hours she trumpeted delight sighting an ancient baobab.
Pulling bark from the tree, she offered him its miraculous water. He would remember where to come next time the rains failed.
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This week’s Charli’s flash fiction prompt at the Carrot Ranch was:
In 99 words (no more, no less) write story about water.
I had tasked myself with also writing something positive with whatever prompt Charli came up with this time. I regretted this as the ideas for drowning, dehydration, desiccation, parched throats and other sorts of want of water came flooding to mind. The best I could do was focus on the resilience of the elephant – elephants having been on my mind with the 10th bite size prompt and an upcoming trip.
Doh! Hilarious once again to have written the piece before seeing the connections. Later in the year we’re holidaying in Sri Lanka with specific plans to see “The Gathering” as hundreds of elephants migrate to the Minneriya National Park each year to the shores of an ancient reservoir built by King Mahasen in the 3rd century AD. They’ve made the trip for centuries, coming from across the region to bathe, mate, socialize and above all else, feed. During the dry season, as the water in the reservoir recedes, lush green grass grows. Between meals, the elephants head into the reservoir, spraying themselves with the shallow, muddy waters to create one of the world’s biggest pool parties. So whilst there are baobabs in Sri Lanka elephas maximus maximus doesn’t have to resort to hunting them down as much as her African counterparts.
Baobab trees grow in Africa, India, Sri Lanka and Madagascar and a large one can store up to 30,000 gallons of water which animals such as elephants and giraffes and nomadic people use as a source of water in dry seasons. No wonder it is known as the Tree of Life.
July 16, 2014 at 7:03 pm
Well I have learnt something amazing here today Lisa, I never knew that about the Boabab tree. The Tree of Life indeed! What a lovely story you wrote, and I absolutely adore elephants. Love the pic of the elephant with his head stuck inside the trunk, enjoying a nice, long drink. Makes me feel thirsty just looking at it. What a thrill for you to go to Sri Lanka and witness ‘The Gathering’. Can’t wait to see your blog post about that… 🙂 xx
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July 17, 2014 at 11:57 am
I so hope we see giant herds of wild raging elephants. I’m a little trepidatious about how upsetting other aspects might be but pleased to read about lots of good conservation activities in Sri Lanka. Camera ready! 😀
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July 18, 2014 at 2:38 pm
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July 16, 2014 at 1:06 am
Love this, Lisa. Great flash.
I’ve known about the Tree of Life for many years and never heard about the Baobab. I loved rereading your story after I knew they were elephants. 🙂
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July 16, 2014 at 7:46 am
Thanks Sarah – yours was amazing you know and set this week’s impossible standard ! Lx
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July 15, 2014 at 3:22 pm
Perfect lesson in how to write flash, Lisa. Had me barking (sorry) up the wrong Baobab at the start until trumpeting gave me the clue. And what a trip; we did Sri Lanka a couple of Christmases ago but while we saw (and rode – groan, touristic stuff but you know what children are like – wasn’t keen of course!) elephants we didn’t see the migration. Sounds fab. Do you do the Golden temple and lion rock and the tea hills and all the rest? Quite a brilliant time. And thanks for the info at the end of your blog; I didn’t know all that.
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July 15, 2014 at 7:22 pm
We’re sort of doing the mid strip from coast to coast, taking in Kandy, some white water rafting, wildlife including the dolphins and whales up near Pigeon Island and that scary looking rock indeed along with Dambulla! I think the tea plantations was the one thing we couldn’t quite fit in properly although with white water rafting, we may drive through one – I’ll be doing the touristy thing snapping out the window just to ‘tick it off’! Agh!
Glad to hear you had a brilliant time – I’ll no doubt post about some of it!
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July 15, 2014 at 2:37 pm
Your flash definitely resonates with resiliency; and you can’t have resiliency without having something to overcome. How interesting about the boabab. I’ve seen photos but not known the actual name of the tree. Your future trip sounds like an exciting pilgrimage!
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July 15, 2014 at 2:43 pm
Thanks Charli – never know where this fiction lark may take you do you! I’m increasingly enjoying the stretch and challenge ! Lxx
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July 15, 2014 at 3:29 pm
The journey is where it’s at! 🙂
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July 15, 2014 at 2:32 pm
This is lovely, Lisa. At first, I was wanting to steal it for my unicorn, but it works really well with the elephants. There was a really moving thing on TV recently (by which I mean in the last five years), perhaps one of those David Attenborough documentaries about poor elephants having to go so much further for water. And I love baobab trees – they’re hilarious!
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July 15, 2014 at 2:37 pm
Oh thank you Anne. I wasn’t feeling especially confident with it but perhaps that might be my own demand for high drama! I think I may have seen the same David Attenborough documentary – One of his Africa series? Sadder than sad when a very small baby elephant dies in a really bad drought and Mum stands grieving for a long time 😦 But thank heavens for the funny old baobabs most times!
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