This is my third week participating in Friday Fictioneers — something I started to do as a way to prod myself into writing more. It helps, and it’s a bit of fun. I’m not quite used to the idea of being presented with a photograph and told to write a story about it. Ordinarily, I would keep shuffling through photos until I found one that suited me, and then I would write a story. That of course is not an option here, which is part of the value of Friday Fictioneers … you’re kind of stuck with a photo and can’t take the easy way out!
When I saw this week’s photo, my first reaction was: What the hell is that? I followed the photograph’s copyright link hoping to get some background info, but couldn’t find anything related to this particular photograph. So … *Cough!* … gonna kind of wing it here.
“What the hell is that!” I yelled over the din of the helicopter blades.
“Home!” Gary yelled back. “Hah hah hah!” Gary’s wild and crazed eyes danced back and forth between me and the house in the crater down below.
“Easy there, buddy,” I yelled, nodding at the stick in his hands. “How about let’s land this thing before you go all Linda Blair on me.”
“Right, right, right! Hah hah!” Gary yelled back.
I watched anxiously as we circled the house and began to descend toward the helicopter pad. Apart from the house, the floor of the crater was carpeted in dense foliage and nothing more. The house itself butted up against the wall of the crater — a steep cliff into which a stairway had been carved that linked the house to the rest of the neighborhood.
“You use that stairway much?” I yelled.
“Every day,” Gary yelled back. “Have to, if I want to get my mail.”
“You know … Gary, you should consider moving to the top. You know, where you would have access to the road, your mailbox, plumbing … shit like that.”
“Can’t,” yelled Gary. “Nick Nolte has a house up there. If the two of us were to accidentally bump into one another, it could open up a rift in the spacetime continuum that could suck the whole damn universe in! Schlurrp!”
I felt the helicopter lurch sideways as Gary excitedly described the universe being sucked into a giant vortex. “Easy, easy,” I said. “Let’s please get on the ground!”