If it is Sunday then it is time for Alastair’s Photo Fiction Prompt. Using between 100 and 200 words you spin a story out of the supplied photo. While you will feel justified to use the 1000 words the photo suggests, you must be strong and deny the urge. Alastair always gives us a great photo from which the words flow so easily.
Beneath the still water the ominous shape of the terrifying monster glided effortlessly through the stream. It had been a fruitless hunting trip so far as no unsuspecting pray had splashed into the kill zone. It would come, he knew it would, because it always did. Always. The proof was in the girth of this freshwater behemoth, which if captured would be a record breaking prize.
Those who wanted the chance to heft this specimen came and went, but still the king of this freshwater haven remained. No other creature dared to threaten the reign of such a one as this. As in all environments the hierarchy was sure.
“What are you doing?” Susie asked her younger brother.
“Writing my story.”
“The true story for your English class?”
Susie scanned the two paragraphs and frowned. “This is not true.”
“Uh-huh! Grandpa says so.”
“Grandpa also says the little green men will come for him soon.”
“He showed me it is real when we were at the creek yesterday.”
“It’s your grade, not mine,” Susie said.
Ah, the conflict between belief and skepticism. I guess the real proof would be to go swimming and find out what happens.
Hehe how surprised she would be if the monster turned up. Great story