I took a seat in the auditorium and listened attentively.
“… it’s a wetland with acid peaty soil and one of roughly sixty freshwater islands in Loch Lomond.”
My old accomplice turned the page of his notes and continued, unaware of my presence.
“ … too small to be of interest to anything except wildlife.”
I chuckled as I thought of my drones currently filming the islands. With the exceptional drought, the metal structure marking the location would be apparent, and the diamonds would finally be mine.
I waited for the message that would allow me to gloat over his loss.
It’s time once again for Friday Fictioneers. A satisfying challenge of writin=g some fiction in not more than 100 words prompted by a photograph. This week’s photo is by Dale Rogerson. Thanks Dale, and thanks once again to Rochelle for organising the challenge.
This photo was taken during a trip around Lac Leman (Lake Geneva) along both the French and the Swiss sides. It was an unusually sunny and luminous day and the sun reflecting on the snow against the backdrop of the deep blue sky was rewarding.
I watched the vulture looking at me hungrily as I lay on the ground bleeding and injured. Holding my hand flat against my right side I pressed hard, trying, but not succeeding, in stopping the flow of sticky, red fluid. It was seeping unhindered through my shirt.
Looking back to the vulture, I attempted to shout, but no sound came out of my weary body. Head spinning, tongue glued to the roof of my mouth, jaws clenched with excruciating pain, I felt the inexorable encroaching darkness, and the inevitable extinction of my life’s spark.
A surge of sharp pain brought me back momentarily from the brink, and reaching into my left pocket I took out my revolver, aimed squarely between the vulture’s eyes and squeezed the trigger. I was already in the tunnel as the bullet hit, contemplating the irresistible, bright white light.
Another inspiring prompt from Barbara this week for the Mondays Finish the Story challenge. The first sentence is imposed and the story should be completed in less than 150 words.
Please spend some time looking at the other entries!
Literary Lion is a fortnightly writing challenge organised by Laura Gabrielle Feasey. This time it is around 400 words with the prompt : Edge.
After a quick pint in the World’s End Pub I crossed the road and continued my march down Edinburgh’s Royal Mile. The paved road was slippery and wet and I was glad to get back onto the pavement.
It was late in the season and there weren’t too many tourists, so the walk to Holyrood Palace only took around ten minutes. I took a right along Horse Wynd and quickened my stride as I approached the next roundabout and the entrance to Holyrood Park.
There were a few cars left in the car park and some children were skipping and shouting, delaying as much as possible the ride home.
I ignored them as I prepared myself for the hike to the top of Arthur’s Seat.
Climbing Salisbury Crags I found myself curiously out of breath as the path steepened. A couple were walking down, hand in hand, and we all smiled as I walked nearer to the edge to let them pass. It was a long drop and I was glad to move back away from the brink.
Images flashed in my mind as I made my way upwards. As a teenager the Crags were just a means to attain the summit, whereas now in retirement they were much more of an obstacle. I chuckled to myself as I imagined hiring a helicopter to get straight to the summit and was relieved as I turned the last corner before the final ascent.
I had to bend over to catch my breath, holding my knees with both hands, struggling, embarrassed and a little ashamed; glad I was alone.
After a few minutes I felt the air returning to my lungs and strength returning to my legs.
I was ready.
Taking the same path as all those years ago I took my time and reached the top without passing a soul and found myself all alone at the highest point.
What a feeling! My heart soared as a tidal wave of memories swept back over me.
I reached my arms over my head to the sky above and turned my gaze to the Castle and the city of Edinburgh below.
I let out a roar of pure, primal, raw pleasure.
It still felt like home to me!
My favourite place on Planet Earth. (382 words)
The photo was taken by my son David when he was studying in Edinburgh a few years ago.
When I lived in Edinburgh I never took a camera. It’s a pity 😦
This photo was taken in Tokyo last year where we were fortunate to attend a Geisha Ceremony.
After the song and dance segment of the ceremony, the Geisha’s partook in party games with the spectators.
This particular game consisted of launching a fan to knock down an object on a pedestal. Here the Geisha is demonstrating how it should be done. It requires precise and delicate movements in order for the fan to fly towards the object without overflying or falling to the floor.
After both participants have been ‘coached’ they have three attempts each to knock down the object. The winner receives a silk square and the loser has to drink a shot of Sake in one go. (So both participants win!)