Rock On – Sunday Photo Fiction

Each week, Alastair Forbes offers one of his original photos to all Wordsmiths who like a challenge. This week’s photo is no different. You can join in all the fun and add your story and read some great flash fiction at Sunday Photo Fiction. My story appears below.

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Rock OnThere had always been rumours about the site—rumours of giant serpents and of animals disappearing. The archaeologists scoffed of course, but Nathaniel wasn’t so sure. The saying, “where’s there’s smoke there’s fire,” kept running through his mind.

Local legend said the serpents appeared once every three hundred king of moons. Nathaniel wondered what a king of moons could be, and decided it had to be a super moon, which occurred roughly every eighteen years when a full moon was closer than 360,000 kilometers to the earth at perigee. The question was, when would the next super moon occur in relation to the legend. Computer calculations soon showed him he had only to wait a month.

He wondered if there was any way to observe the area without being observed. Then an idea came to him as he watched his son flying a kite one Sunday afternoon. It would probably cost a bit, but he figured it would be worth it.

Now, floating silently in tandem on the hang glider, the weather was perfect. The warm air rising from the valley kept them aloft effortlessly.

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“The wind is starting to gust too much; we’ll have to go down.”

“Please, just another couple of minutes.”

“It’s too dangerous. It’s starting to get dark – we could be…”

Below them, the land seemed to shimmer. The rock wall moved in an undulating motion and four sheep grazing nearby vanished.

His camera set to rapid shot allowed him to take dozens of pictures in seconds. “No one is going to believe this,” he grinned as the hang glider dipped and landed on a nearby hill.

The headlines in the morning paper screamed: “Hang glider pilot and passenger vanish. Locals blame legendary serpent.”

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22 Responses to Rock On – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. Al says:

    Haha love it!! Yep, no one is going to believe it😀

  2. Aileen says:

    Ooh, now what’s going to happen! Love that twist!🙂

  3. draliman says:

    Poor Nathaniel – good idea but maybe he should have landed a bit further away. I liked the build-up to this, with all the planning and calculations (and science!).

  4. Bravo! *clap, clap, clap* My goosebumps are undulating. Thanks for the opportunity to use that word too.

  5. julespaige says:

    No one want to be found out do they?
    To bad about the boy…

    • Lyn says:

      Ahh, there could be a reason for the legend🙂
      Oh, what boy?

      • julespaige says:

        “idea came to him as he watched his son flying a kite”
        “Hang glider pilot and passenger vanish.”

        Oh, I thought he took his son up with him… the photographer was the passenger (Duh)
        Too bad about the Hang-glider guy!
        If you stop to count the marbles rattling in my brain – it won’t take long as there aren’t that many. 🙂

        • Lyn says:

          LOL Jules, you’re obviously not getting enough sleep🙂 There’s no saying they’re dead though. Simply “vanished”😉

          • julespaige says:

            Chipping at Chrystal rocks in some mine…
            Tending to the ‘young’ of the beastie’
            So many possibilities…
            But the hang glider pilot ended up paying for the photographers curiosity.

            • Lyn says:

              Ahhh, but did the hang glider pilot pay for the photographer’s curiosity? There was noting in the story to say they’re dead😀

            • julespaige says:

              A job is a job. You gotta feed your family or at least get to Friday so you can have a beer with the guys.

              They both could be inter-space travelers or transformed into living rocks of the ‘wall.’ If they aren’t with their families an have vanished – they are just as good as dead to those they left behind. That is unless they are just invisible… but that’s a whole different story isn’t it🙂

              Imagination is a wonderful thing to have.🙂

  6. Ste J says:

    A delightfully chilling ending, I liked it and that is why I never go walking (or hang glide alone just in case it all kicks off!

    • Lyn says:

      Ha ha. I know what you mean. I don’t like things that go bump in the night either. Of course, there’s no saying they’re dead now is there😉

  7. Eli Pacheco says:

    Oh, I love that ending …

    • Lyn says:

      Thanks Eli, I’m so glad you liked it🙂 There’s been a bit of back and forth as to whether they’re dead or not. I’m thinking not, and that there is something much more mysterious happening😉

  8. kutukamus says:

    Giant beasts
    People vanish
    I wonder which
    Are more elusive

    • Lyn says:

      I don’t know…I’ll need to think about that and maybe reveal the secret of the beasts at a later time🙂 Thanks for taking the time to read my post.

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