MLMM Photo Challenge — Looky-Loos

The weather report was calling for unusually high winds and rough seas along the coasts and meteorologists warned people to stay away from beaches and the low lying areas around the coast.

Naturally, warnings like that were like shit to flies, and thousands of people, the looky-loos, headed to the coast to witness the weather phenomenon. One of the best views was at the lighthouse and, by mid morning, around three or four dozen onlookers had gathered to watch the giant waves breaking on the rocks below.

What none of them knew at the time was that about fifty miles offshore, deep within the ocean, an earthquake occurred about 30 minutes earlier, sending a giant wave toward the coast.

Because of the speed at which the mega-wave raced to shore, the gawkers, not only at the lighthouse, but all along the beaches and the coastline, were engulfed. It was a horrific tragedy, and the headline in the local paper the next morning read:

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit One Big Photo.

MLMM Photo Challenge — All In a Row

They swore allegiance
To the man
They gave their promise
To follow him
No matter where he led them
Loyal to a fault
Despite his cons
Despite his lies
But take a closer look
At his followers
All in a row
They’re no longer people
They’ve turn into sheep
Little do they know
That he’s leading them
To slaughter

Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: One Big Photo.

MLMM Photo Challenge — Up On the Roof

“Don’t do it, don’t jump,” she pleaded.

Jeremy looked over his left shoulder to see a young woman with a concerned look on her face standing about ten feet behind him. “Wait, what?” he said. “I’ve no intention of jumping. I’m not suicidal or crazy, you know.” He turned his head back around and looked down at the street way below.

“Then what are you doing sitting precariously close to the edge of the ledge?” she asked. “Please turn around slowly and walk toward me.”

“What are you? A cop? A shrink?” Jeremy asked.

“No, I’m just someone who lives in this building and I don’t want to see you harm yourself,” she said. “My name is Diana. What’s yours?”

“I don’t care what your name is,” Jeremy said. “And my name is none of your goddam business. You don’t know me or why I’m up here, so stop trying to be a good samaritan or whatever. Just leave me the hell alone.”

“I like coming up here,” Diana said. “It’s like that old song by the Drifters says, ‘On the roof, it’s peaceful as can be / And there the world below can’t bother me.’ That’s how I feel when I come up here. And as they say in that song, when I’m up here on the roof I can get away form all that race noise down in the street. You know what I’m saying?”

Jeremy turned his head back and looked at the girl without saying anything for more than a minute. Then he swung his legs around, stood up, and walked toward Diana. Once he was standing in front of her, he reached his right hand out and said, “My name is Jeremy. Nice to meet you, Diana.”

Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Caters.

Photo Challenge — Stairway to Heaven

It was known throughout the region as the Stairway to Heaven. Eric had exhausted himself on the steep hike to the summit. And while the view from the zenith was full of splendor, the tension he felt in the pit of his stomach was palpable, as the way back down looked treacherous.

Tightly gripping the handrails of the long and winding path, Eric took a deep breath as a chilling mist started moving in from the west. He tried to quash his feeling of trepidation as he began the journey back to the village, barely visible in the distance.

Eric attempted to ignore the veritable mind games that the thin air at this elevation was causing. But step by step, he headed down.

It took him much longer than he thought it would to make it to the bottom, but once he was safely there, he made a vow to himself to spend the rest of his time on the planet living a life of leisure. After all, he had just turned eighty and he felt that there would be no complaint from his family, including his great grand children, if he slowed down a little.

Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Mark Payton. Also for these daily prompts: My Vivid Blog (zenith/game), Ragtag Daily prompt (splendor/mist), Your Daily Word Prompt (palpable/veritable), Word of the Day Challenge (gripping/chilling), and The Daily Spur (leisure/complaint).