Bone #writephoto

Bone

skull

 

This can’t be real… No, of course not, this is a game… That object there, yes, that skull, they think, it may be a gate, you know, some kind of key, to get somewhere else? This is a  game, of course. But it may also be a trap, something really nasty, that blows up in your face, you know…

I observe the fools from my observatory on the low hill, the sniper rifle comfortably cradled against my shoulder. I see all three of them, hideous trolls. I know what they are saying, in their vernacular. “This must be a game…” Idiots.

The first one, one disgusting character, approaches the skull. The bullet takes him right in the eye as he’s about to touch the bone. One down.

The other two look around, there is no escape, nowhere to hide, they don’t even run. I take my time. No unnecessary cruelty. A quick and neat death. Job done.

And it’s not even a real bone!

November retreat #WritersWednesday #amwriting

DSC_0205The place suited them, him, and his owl. The owl too loved the wilderness, the immense skies, the many creatures who inhabited the desert.

They had their routine. Before their night visit to the mountain, he would dismantle his weapon, in total obscurity, a puerile exercise practised eons ago, in the academy. Then, slowly, his long fingers recognising each part without hesitation, he would clean and reassemble the gun. He took great care of the lens, the cherished lens.

Then the two of them would take the trail, which started in the foothills, and was a little remote from their home. Acquiring night vision, after he fell, had been one of the many wonders of his new life: a gift for a sniper. That, and being free. They moved slowly, listening to the minute sounds of life, admiring the rocks, the miracles of the desert at night. They would travel as far as the cascade, high near the snow, drink and bathe, his pale body hardly visible in the moonshine. The owl loved hunting there.

Rarely they met a wanderer. Once a goon had tried to shoot the owl. That was one early morning, many years back. Then he had stood, silent, waiting, his anger slowly receding. When the man eventually saw him he dropped his gun. That day he let the goon live, and run away in terror.

In the heat of the day they kept to themselves, hidden, perhaps asleep, he himself had little use for food. Once or twice in the year he drove down to town, far below on the plateau, to fetch supplies for their home, sometime new boots, and books.

Now winter was near. The desert would soon wear a veil of ice. He loved the melody of the desert, when the temperature fell, and the earth dreamed of a new year.

Daily Prompt: Déja Vu

Have you ever truly felt déjà vu, the sensation that you’ve already had the experience you’re currently having? 

The cliffI asked my pupils to wait for me in the little crag  as I wanted to explore the path down the cliff.  After all I was leading this junior group of the Alpine Club, and it was my responsibility to ensure they were safe.  The evening was bright, lit by the full moon, the air was clear and cool.  The path led down to a narrow terrace after a near vertical descent of about fifteen meters.  I was strapped and knew the ground quite well, so I climbed down.

As I turned round to check how far I was, I saw her: her camera lens was aimed at me, as she was lying on the flat rock, her blond hair held tight by a small beret.  And there on that cliff I knew I had been at this spot before, long ago… The girl got up, smiled and, pushing a few blond locks under her beret, said in a lovely Austrian accent: “I took a good shot of you coming down, you can take a copy if you want!”  But I was away, there, in the djebel, under another full moon, held in the frame of a sniper’s rifle, back in time.  I smiled and said I would be pleased to have the pic: did she want me to take one of her?

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