Homage to Wile E.

For Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #102, where we write about this photo from Marius Venter at Pixels.com. Okay, there is some license here, because that guy appears to be sitting entirely deliberately, but what if…

“Holy shit”, he thought, “how am I still alive?” He had come to rest just six inches from the edge. Below him was a sheer, 500ft drop. How lucky was that?

The last thing he remembered, he had gone for an afternoon climbing with his friend. They were both experienced mountaineers, and resolve to scale the face that they had scaled many times before.

They knew the rock face so well that they had been climbing without ropes. It was a beautiful afternoon and the two were climbing close to home in just shorts – they should be up and down again in a few hours, so there was no reason to assume that they would experience anything but lovely weather.

They were about ¾ up, with Sylvain leading. As Phillipe clambered after him, the rock had given way. There was nothing he could do, it had simply given way. Fortunately, this drop was not sheer, but by the time he reached the botton, his momentum sent him sprawling towards the edge. Below that, the drop *was* sheer.

“Are you okay?” He heard Sylvain’s voice from some way above. His shoulder hurt like crazy – he must have pranged it on the way down, But he was alive. He started to assess the damage.

Then he felt a slight movement in the ledge beneath him, and watched as a fissure under his butt widened.

Beep! Beep!

The Pyrotechnician’s Demise

inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 25 January 2021, service.

He had died when put finger in socket,
At his funeral, some fireworks in pocket,
Though just family and frieds,
Saw him off at the end,
At cremation, went up like a rocket!

Blogging Insights (25 January 2021)

This week Tanya over at Salted Caramel asks:

How would you describe blogging to someone who has never heard of it before?

It is a form of social media, just a form where posts tend to be that much longer. You’re not expected to limit yourself to 3 characters, you’re expected to maybe string a few more together. So, for that reason, more patience is required.

For me, perversely, the act of blogging, rather that writing, is 90% reading. But I don’t think others agree. I read a post the other day, along the lines “I haven’t been on here much as I couldn’t think of anything to say”. A one-way street, talk, talk, talk. Not a “listen” anywhere.

I’m not sure that there is an awful lot else that is different to other social media platforms. This community in particular is more polite, at least, but peel off the veneer and there is still the same hatred and intolerance that exists in the big, wide world. I read another post last week which started off “Trump should be hanged”. If that isn’t an incitement to violence, the very thing Trump syands accused of, I’m not sure what is.