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 picture (below).
This week, once again, Al’s photo has me confused.
I am not sure whether it shows the new model Dalek or a thingy for dispensing cold drinks.
A pint of laser, please?
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Click here to hear me read the story:
We are both pilots, and have been friends since childhood.
We are back in our home town, using our little seaplanes to do trips for tourists.
It is a nice little business, we make reasonable money.
And every day we fly over the Mediterranean, the world’s most beautiful sea.
Life is good.
Except for one thing.
Long ago, after he left here, I married his childhood sweetheart.
It seems that there may now be a rekindling of interest.
I decide to resolve the problem.
I slip into the dark hangar where we house the two planes.
It is totally secure, there are only two keys.
I find his fuel pipe in the light of my pencil torch.
Then something catches my eye.
Someone is under my plane with a torch.
I think it is safe to say our friendship is over.