Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his photo (below).
Those of you who know him, or who follow his blog, will know that this is not his first pigeon picture.
In fact, his album must look like Trafalgar Square!
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.
Below is an example of what I call Sound Bite Fiction.
When the planet’s population reached 10 billion we came to an agreement with The Creator.
His involvement meant certain conditions were imposed, irrevocably, for eternity.
This was before the Apocalypse, when overcrowding was a significant issue.
The End War is now over.
Mankind is all but eliminated.
What remains of our communications systems allows us to make contact with other survivors.
There are 9 in New Zealand and 14 of us here on Victoria Island in the Canadian Arctic.
We heard a faint signal from Murmansk, which faded and disappeared.
So, to the best of our knowledge, there are 23 humans still alive.
And one of these, my daughter, is pregnant.
She will give birth any day now.
And this is why I am so concerned.
Because the deal with our maker was designed to maintain a natural balance.
So, when someone is born, one of us must die.
She is expecting twins.