Once again, Al – the sunday photo fictioner has given us an excellent photo prompt! What follows is my flash fiction story of Percy, the pay-for-view-telescope.
Had time this fall to think as the cool breezes turned to icy winds, and the beach front emptied early.
Come Spring, I’m going on strike. My % the take is criminal. Snotty kids melted ice cream and smudgy lens not cleaned to sparkling every day. The “I can’t see: Aunt Jemma’s house; A-list bikini parties on million dollar yacht; inside the enclave of a superstar and Vera swore she and Herbert saw it all from this very telescope. We demand our money back” type of folks.
The beach in winter, although wages do decline, is a quiet place. I have time to ponder, have philosophical conversations with the overwintering birds, take pictures and write poetry and . . . that’s it! My strike demands: year round wifi and the latest istuff.