The Slow Oblivion Of The Serially Slow #writephoto #flashfiction

Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt this week is

‘Surely not? Is that you, Gladys?’

The voice echoed down the valley, like a tsunami of gravel being tumble-dried.

‘It is, isn’t it?’

The reply, a high pitched whine, much like a chainsaw sculpting granite, bounced off the sides of the canyon. ‘Gregory? I haven’t seen you since that grind-a-thon up in Stavanger.’

Gregory’s response was thunderous, a rumble so deep it registered on the Richter scale and caused a couple of minor rock falls. ‘Those were the days, Gladys. You are looking very sparkly.  How’s it going?’

The sigh, like an underground cave collapsing filled the air. ‘It’s been hard, I can’t deny it. This climate change has been murder on my crevasses. They’re as wide as a bullock’s buttocks these days.’ 

‘Yes. Look at my Seracs. Stumpy little things. I’ve been,’ the voice dropped twenty seven octaves and, apart from Gladys, could only be heard thirteen thousand miles away by a surprised pod of deep-diving hump-backed whales, ‘melting.’

‘Goodness, it’s happening everywhere. You had mountaineers crawling all over you, back in the day. I heard Gerald has all but disappeared.’

‘Gerald? Noooo. Surely not. His moraine was a thing of beauty.’

‘Now he’s just a couple of grubby ice piles and a giga-tonne of silt.’

‘Still you’ve made it here. That’s something, at least.’

‘It’s been a grind, I don’t mind saying. I wonder why we keep on going.’

‘Oh come on, it’s not that bad, surely.’

‘It’s not the career it once was Gerald. No one wants glaciers these days. It’s all artificial snow machines and snow globes. Once upon a time we were the landscape architects to the gods. Now we’re lucky if we see out a ski season. I’ve been receding quicker than the Donald’s hairline.’ 

‘You know how it will end, don’t you?’

‘We vanish?’

‘Oh worse than that. At least if we vanish we avoid being humiliated. No, Giuseppe over in the Rockies said it the other day. It we keep melting and the sea rises much more, we’ll end up as icebergs.’

‘Oh good grief, surely not.’

‘Mark my words, Gladys. If this keeps on we’ll end our days as floaters.’

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. 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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38 Responses to The Slow Oblivion Of The Serially Slow #writephoto #flashfiction

  1. Flamboyant phrasing today, Geoff

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  2. Very clever Geoff.

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  3. Sue Vincent says:

    A terrible end for a self-respecting glacier…

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  4. Ritu says:

    Poor nature… Feeling defunct…

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  5. Alas, poor Glaciers……….. Ritu said it perfectly!

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  6. arlingwoman says:

    LOL. Icebergs with mosquitos flying around them…

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  7. Charli Mills says:

    Brilliant! This is the same mournful conversation unfolding at Glacier National Park.

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  8. Norah says:

    Oh dear. Floaters. Not a good end to days. We better do something about global warming, and fast.

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  10. willowdot21 says:

    Global warming, that’s fake news isn’t it or is that fake fact! ?
    Love the idea of iceburgs being floaters💜

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  11. Very well done, Geoff.

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  13. noelleg44 says:

    Novel take, Geoff. Clever, clever! We saw a lot of glaciers in Iceland, some receding.

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