The Peat Bog
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.