Thursday photo prompt
As they prepared to leave and go home – a long way away – they started fantasising… There would be an island, a secret garden, a view over the old church, new colours and space for dreaming and loving. Perhaps even a shortcut to the lake from their porch?
They would have to invent a way to travel easily to the island, and there build a shelter. But would a shelter be needed? Wasn’t their place already basking in an eternal summer?
Thursday photo prompt
“When was this photo taken?”
“Sir, we cannot be certain, it was transmitted just before the station was destroyed, that is, before the start of the eruption. As one can see, there is no trace of dust or smoke.”
“And what do our satellites see?”
“Nothing, Sir, just dust, surrounding the whole planet. It must be dark down there, doubtful there will be any survivor.”
“And that little island on the other side of the lake?”
“We think, now, that this is where the first eruption took place. It’s hardly believable: a stable old ground for millennia.”
“Well, we will have to rethink. Any other pictures?”
“No, Sir. All cameras have been vaporised.”
Weekly Writing Challenge #148
There you stand,
the only one of your kind left,
Feet wet, maybe,
but your crown dried out – as if your part
was to play,
the dead tree on the island;
a sad note on the emerald lake.
Photo: tree trunk on Liepnitzersee Insel, ©2018 Honoré Dupuis
What will you need sweet angel?
Let me guess, and first of all, what you never leave home without, your faithful AK47: this will take care of imbeciles… I will add the ammos of course, nice and tidy… all carefully packed around that beautiful leather belt we bought together…
Then there is that sharp knife you love, the one that’s all grey and heavy, and the leather sheath you can fix on your o-so-lovely thigh…
The canvas rucksack you take to the mountains, and your bikini, the one you wear when you want me to go crazy…
And of course, those boots, so well worn, but so strong, waterproof and comfortable…
You’ll be all right my darling, and then, I am on my way!
This island was lonely,
So it called you, my love,
And, naked, you went, feeling the dying sun rays on your
Dark skin, all those millennia away,
In a place I can no longer reach,
Where only you exists,
Angels and demons die trying to reach you…