The Elephant in the Room

I'm writing short stories for NaNoWriMo again this year. Here is story 1, from a prompt by my friend Pauline.

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David's dreams had been strange, stranger than liver wurst and buttermilk could ever explain. Someone hd been trumpeting during an earthquake, and the smell that had resulted from the ground opening up beneath him was too horrible to describe. 

That scene in Holiday Inn had totally lied about the foods that created dreams of beautiful women.

Rolling over, David whacked his nose soundly against something large, warm, and putrid.

He was pretty sure he'd been alone last night. Bringing a girl home after eating liver paste wasn't easy, and he was pretty sure that he still wouldn't have brought one home that smelled this bad.

Slowly, he brought a hand up and patted the bed beside him.

He met with the same large, solid object as his nose had.

Refusing to take a deep breath because of the smell, David slowly and deliberately opened his right eye. All he could see was a wall of grey. 

Struggling to remember if the buttermilk had tasted like someone had slipped a mickey into it, David opened his left eye. 

A large brown eye stared back.

David blinked.

The large brown eye winked back.

The next thing David knew, he was on his feet, tangled in bedding, back to the wall of his small room.

Staring at an elephant.

David fainted.

When he awoke, he was laying tangled in a duvet on the floor, alone.

His bed was a pile of splinters.

A strong odour permeated the room as David ran, quietly, out the door.