Photo Challenge — Forgotten Step

FC946E03-0D97-40D3-B829-314A59E117D3Anatoly beamed as Ivan met him in the small clearing in the dense pine forest.

“You imbecile!” Ivan shouted.

“What?” a surprised Anatoly asked. “My crew and I did everything you told us to do. We stole the spy plane from the capitalistic, imperial pigs, carefully disassembled it, transported it piece by piece deep into the forest, and painstakingly reassembled it here. Exactly what you asked of me, Ivan.”

“You forget the step where I said to paint the plane’s fuselage in camouflage colors so that it couldn’t be seen by overhead surveillance, Anatoly,” Ivan said angrily. “My team just intercepted this image that was taken by an American drone half an hour ago.” Ivan handed Anatoly the photograph.

“Ah, I see what you mean,” Anatoly said.

Moments later the two men were surrounded by American mercenaries.


Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: David Kovalenko.

Sunday Photo Fiction — The Fuselage

FD904471-A4B7-4C23-992E-80A9E0FF0745Jed and Jud, owners of MotherBrothers Salvage Company, pulled up in their truck. “Well, there it is,” Jed said. “What a hunk of junk.”

“Are you kidding me,” Jud said. “It’s a piece of aviation history. It’s a work of art. We need to figure out how to save that.”

“Are you seeing the same thing I’m seeing?” Jed said. “Our contract is to get that monstrosity outta here and the only way we can do that is to take the fuselage of that away ugly beast apart.”

“Or we can get a large flatbed trailer and haul it to our storage yard in one piece,” Jud said.

“Do you see the size of that thing?” Jed said. “There ain’t no flatbed big enough to haul what’s left of that plane off in one piece.”

“There’s them flatbeds they use to move whole houses, Jed,” Jud said.

“Jud, have you got shit for brains?” Jed said. “It’d cost more to rent some giant flatbed plus a rig large enough to haul that hulk behind it than we’re getting paid. Now go grab your blowtorch and let’s start cutting this thing down to size and sell it for scrap metal.”

(200 words)


Written for Donna McNichol’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. Photo credit: Blair Fraser on Unsplash.

Crime Can Be Fatal

FDB030B0-8A0D-45ED-B3D5-929CFEF41BFE“I got another corpse over here,” called out James Conover, the lead FAA investigator. He and his team were investigating the crash of a small, private jet in the San Andres Mountains in New Mexico.

“That makes three dead,” said Jack Jamison, a member of Conover’s team.

“Here, in the trees, is a fourth,” Janet Holmes, the team’s only female member, called out. “He apparently tried to parachute out of the plane before it went down, but the chute probably deployed too close to ground and the thin, gossamer-like material didn’t slow his descent down enough to save him.”

“Based upon the direction of the plane and its markings, when it went down, it seems to have been heading north from Colombia,” Conover said.

“And there are several hundred cocaine packages strewn on the ground next to the plane’s fuselage,” Jamison added.

“And as a former college professor,” Holmes said, “I’d call this is a teachable moment. Crime can be fatal.”


Written for these daily prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (corpse), Ragtag Daily Prompt (jet), Your Daily Word Prompt (gossamer), and Word of the Day Challenge (teachable).