PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
He shuffled in, dragging a massive orb atop a rusty pole.
Surreptitiously, we eyed one another. A sense of unease rippled through the room.
He settled in his seat, both hands grasping the pole. Its weight, top heavy, swayed slightly.
Unease was building into discomfort as he sat, silent, observing everyone.
I glanced for the door… would I be first to leave?
He cleared his throat,
“I sense your tension… your unease.”
Our breath, audible in unison.
Discarding the orb, he stretched, sighed loudly, and began…
“How much lighter now… without the weight… of Our World… on our shoulders…”
PHOTO PROMPT Dale Rogerson
The silence was tangible. Painful.
Every now and then a rustle of movement was heard, a creak of footwear, a stifled cough.
Charlie tried to swallow quietly, his heart shouted his guilty presence.
“I’m quite prepared to stand here all day!” the Master threatened.
Ted slowly turned, glowering at Charlie.
“Which bright spark of a budding scientist is responsible for the nature artwork in the school yard?”
Supressed laughter disturbed the silence as Charlie’s pores opened – glistening, exposing his fear.
”Well?!” the Master hollered.
Shaking, Charlie slowly raised his hand.
“Please Sir, it’s a Christmas tree!”
Detonation! Laughter Boomed!
A lovely tasty loaf but in this one there was a quite a bit missing! These things happen every now and then, a reflection perhaps, that live is always demonstrating its wonderful contrast. No disrespect to the company, this is excellent bread and it hasn’t happened since.
Reflections on the surface,
Cover depths below.
Though they show no movement,
Beneath, there’s always flow.