The first one was a surprise but after a while it just became a routine.
Harry grabbed the large bone and threw it up into the air.
“Not bad but you’ll have to throw it higher.”
Harry recovered the bone, took up his position. Waited for the signal and threw it again.
“Good one Harry, but can you give it a bit of spin?
Harry went through the same motions, feeling the strain in all his arm muscles as he launched the bone once more into the air as high as he could.
“Yeah that’s what we need but we’ll need another take, the wind pushed it too far the left.”
Harry picked up the bone once again. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to keep on much longer.
He decided it was time to say something.
“Mr Kubrik, Sir,” he stammered.
Stanley looked up from the monitor and just said, “One more time Harry, it’s almost in the can.”
Then Harry heard the clap, “2001 : A Space Odyssey, scene 12, take 33.”
This week’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner was written while still on a break in Northumberland. Tomorrow I will be on a boat trip to the Farne Islands, bird spotting. I hope to see some Puffins.