Flash Fiction Friday

This week, for a change, I’m going to rip a story straight out of the week’s headlines. Technically it’s more of a vignette than a story, but since this is my blog, I can make up the rules. It’s just for larks anyway, though I am sticking to the 100-word limit. See if you can pick up on what’s going on…

The object was still distant, but distinct against the empty void surrounding it, like cat’s eyes on a dark country road.

“Can you get closer?”

A turn of a dial and the curved shards of ice realigned.

“What is that?”

A stout man with grey beard and surly demeanor took the eyepiece.

“Definitely a satellite. And… it’s taking pictures?”

The youngest of the group hid behind some rocks.

“I’m tired,” yawned another. “Let’s go home.”

“Hi ho,” said the stout man. “It’s about time.”

Reluctantly, the seven men left the telescope and started on the long trek down the mountain.

Have a great weekend! 🙂