Beach Fayre #writephoto #flashfiction

The excitement in the venerated halls of the Royal Geographical Society were palpable. Not since Surtsey had burst forth from the Atlantic, propelled by huge volcanic forces, had anything of this scale suddenly appeared out of the oceans and this time the new land mass, the size of Surrey had leapt into existence with dazzling speed some 500 miles south of Hawaii. At the same time, though the reports were confused, a large piece of the coast of Chile seemed to have disappeared. Of course the loss of life was terrible but these geo-planetary discombobulations were what made geographers and geologists salivate. So much to explore, so many new avenues opened. The big question – why – of course, was on everyone’s lips but no doubt there would be a clear scientific explanation.

‘Horace! Come here, right now.’ Athene’s hair glowed ultraviolet as she struggled to control herself. She’d just done her nails and having involuntary thunderbolts exploding from the tips did nothing for the patina. ‘I don’t need this just before your father and I go out. You know it’s Uncle Zeus’ party tonight and your father and I have enough to do to pander to his ego without your latest trick.’

Horace dragged himself indoors, wiping at his mouth furiously with his sleeve.

Athene peered at her son; if he was ever going to make it as a fully functioning inspirer-of-awe he needed to smarten up his act. ‘Your father tells me there’s been uproar on Earth again. When we gave you this planet we expected you to learn how to interrelate with its inhabitants. Yet he says you’ve decimated a continent.’

‘I was peckish, mum. And it looked… tasty.’

‘YOU ATE IT?’

‘Just a small bite, mum, to see what it was like but it was like that time we went to the beach. Everything was covered in sand. I kind of spat it out, see and sort of created another island. All I did was move some of it around.’

‘You’ll have to make it up to them.’

‘Mum… must I?’

‘Yes. You go and take some of that money your granny gave you and buy a new species from Mr Gruber. Put it somewhere near that nice David Attenborough. When they see his cheery face, it’ll take their minds off things.’

This is in response to Sue Vincent’s latest #writephoto prompt here

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published three books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars and Salisbury Square. In addition I published an anthology of short stories, Life, in a Grain of Sand this summer. A fourth book will be out soon. This started life as a novel in a week on this blog and will follow later this year. I blog about all sorts at geofflepard.com and welcome all comments. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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14 Responses to Beach Fayre #writephoto #flashfiction

  1. Oh, that explains EVERYTHING!! 😀

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  2. floridaborne says:

    I just love your whacky sense of humor. Laughing all the way through.

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  3. Ritu says:

    Man I love this!!! Great take His Geoffleship!!!

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  4. Erika Kind says:

    Haha!!! I love this!!! Scientists will never get it done 😂

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  5. HaHA! THat sand does look like someone took a bite out of it!!! 🙂

    Like

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