We start our holiday here in Singapore and are visiting the extraordinary Gardens by the Bay.
Here are a few photos of Mount Bromo on the island of Java before I leave on vacation.
As I’m away on holiday, it’s too complicated and time-consuming to wrestle with hotel wifi and ships satellite wifi while I’m away. I will post a story from time to time and try to channel my trip through this blog but I won’t have the opportunity of reading my fellow flash fiction aficionado’s stories and friendly photographers as much as I would like so I’m apologising here in advance.
I’ll be back properly in a few weeks.
This week’s One Word Photo Challenge is : Depth
This photo was taken in the Caribbean on a helmet dive excursion.
The Ride of the Valkyries played in Robert’s headphones as the helicopter lifted from the top of the building and took flight. It was the closest he could get to living out his fantasies and a wonderful Apocalypse Now moment.
He checked that his three passengers were strapped in and gently eased back the joystick, swiftly gaining height.
“All comfortable back there?” he inquired.
They hadn’t mastered the microphones on their headsets but he saw them nodding. He spied their expensive suits and flashes of ostentatious jewellery on their podgy fingers. He guessed they were either investment bankers or foreign diplomats.
At peace here above the city, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. After a few words with the air traffic controller, he was clear to leave the city airspace.
Wagner gave way to Beethoven’s Pastoral Symphony.
The three suits in the passenger seats smiled, relaxed, enjoying the ride.
Robert remembered all the 000s he’d verified from the substantial deposit to his bank account, took another deep breath and squeezed the button.
The explosion was heard from miles around.
There were no survivors.
Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly Flash Fiction challenge that I’m proud to participate in. As I’m away on holiday today my participation might be compromised for the next few weeks but I’ll do my best.
Here is the third of my Death Valley photos. I love the clear blue sky and the rocks in the foreground with a glimpse of the white desert sandwiched in between.
We were lucky to visit Death Valley in the Springtime so here is the proof that some vegetation thrives at least a few weeks in the desert heat.
It was very hot all the same.
“What a pile of useless junk,” exclaimed Mark, twisting his face into an angry frown.
Mary, mesmerised by the objects arranged on the shelves, just stared, wordless.
Mark ranted, “Dad spent days here behind closed doors. Now he’s passed away and we’re expected to clean up all his mess.”
Mary just nodded and waited for the storm to pass.
Mark snorted, “Humph! I won’t have anything to do with it. Just throw it all away and we’ll sell the house.”
Mary waited until her brother had left, then called the Curator at the Museum.
“He finished it! It’s a masterpiece.”
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly Flash Fiction challenge to write a story with a beginning a middle and an end in not more than 100 words. Our host is the wonderful Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Many thanks to Claire Fuller for this week’s truly excellent photo prompt.
This is the first of a few photos taken on a trip to DeathValley a few years back. It’s an extraordinary place to visit. I think you’ll agree.