Sunday Photo Fiction: A Rhino’s ‘Horn.’


“I’v never seen a Rhino before Dallas, they’re cute.” Tanya told her fiancé.”Out of all these exotic animals we’ve seen on the Safari, I think I like the Rhinos by our hotel the best.”

“Why do you love the Rhinos the best Tanya –they’re ugly. All they’re good for is their horns!” Dallas remarked off handedly, grinning at Tanya. “Too bad I can’t hunt one of them while we’re here.”

Tanya’s eyes darkened with anger and her body went stiff.”Excuse me?” Tanya said to Dallas, “we’ve seen all these beautiful creatures and learnt about hunters who are poaching them even on wildlife sanctuaries made to protect exotic animals, and you think a rhino’s worth is only in his horn? What if I told you, you were only good because of your horn?” Tanya ranted poking Dallas in the chest and looking down.

“Well,” Dallas said confidently, “You’d be right to assume it’s one of my greatest attributes. That’s if we’re thinking about the same ‘horn.'” Dallas said winking at Tanya.

“Dallas this isn’t about your ‘horn,’ this is about preserving exotic wildlife. If we hunt these animals they will become extinct, one species of rhinos almost is extinct. As for your ‘horn,’ it’s not as good as you think. If you were a rhino, you’d live a long life.”

Dallas’s face went bright red and he looked away from Tanya who couldn’t stop laughing.

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Alistair Forbes

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Sunday Photo Fiction: A Perfect Wife


I never thought I would be one to travel a great deal but I had been all around Europe this past year. Now, I was staying at a hotel in Amsterdam. On my way to get coffee, I noticed a man following me. He was dressed well and reminded me  of a how the Italian`s dressed, very sharp and expensive.

I remained in the crowds trying to lose my tail and I worked my way back to my hotel room. I thought I was safe in my hotel but my hands were grabbed and tied behind me as  I opened my suitcase. I was pulled over my stalkers shoulder and eventually placed in the back seat of a car.

” Sit back, Natasha, relax. I would never hurt you,”  my kidnapper reasoned.

” Then why would you kidnap me?” I yelled at the stranger.

” Mama says I need a wife and I want a pretty Canadian wife. I have lots of money. Plus, look at me? I’m hot you are lucky to have me for a husband.”

I tried the locks on the doors.” I want to go back to my hotel now. I have a fiance, I don’t need a husband.” I lied.

The man laughed at me and reached back to pat my arm. “I will make you forget about him.”

” I don’t want to be your wife!” I scream.

The man shrugged. ” My Mama and I picked you out in Florence. You helped a little boy find his lost parents and Mama said ‘She’s your wife.’ Mama is never wrong.”

I shuddered.

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