It should’ve been a fun Mother’s Day at the museum. An ice cream seller offered cones to the young children, and they were delighted. But halfway through the exhibits, the same children squalled in terror and anguish, saying all sorts of nonsensical things. Exasperated mothers tried to soothe their children.
Hours later, no humans remained around the elephant exhibit. Nihanga saw her chance to escape. She led her calf, Synga, off the display platform and back through the shimmering portal gate to the Serengeti plains.
Surrounded by grasses at last, Nihanga sighed. “I’m so glad to get out of there. I’m starved!” she said.
“I like the museum,” said Synga, ignoring the plump grasses.
“Whatever for? There’s no food, and all those screaming children. We had to stay still the whole time so no one realized we were alive. It was a nightmare!”
“Yeah, I know,” said Symba. “But I really like ice cream.”
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2018/05/12/sunday-photo-fiction-may-13-2018/
Happy Mother’s Day everyone!