My hiking group got together for an evening excursion on a Lone Star Riverboat Cruise along Lady Bird Lake, ending up at the Ann W. Richards Bridge (Congress Avenue bridge) at sunset. That’s when the world’s largest urban bat colony takes flight for their nightly feeding. The number of bats is around 750,000. In June, that doubles when all these females give birth: with mothers and babies, that’s 1.5 million bats. It takes more than an hour for all the bats to leave the bridge.
Looking east of the bridge.
The view from the crane is probably spectacular.
Why isn’t anyone out on their patio? Hmm . . .
It’ll be hard to find a spot on the bridge to wait for the bats.
The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
Photo copyright J Hardy Carroll
What was so great about high school? Joseph entered the classroom, damaged by fire when he was a junior.
“Nothing,” he whispered to the ghosts of bullies past, “nothing at all.” Some people looked back as those years being the best in their lives. His footsteps left imprints in the ashes and dust. When did they give up on themselves, throw away their futures?
His whole class had to transfer to other districts. The new school was like breathing fresh air; Joseph survived.
He looked back one last time. Torching this place was the best thing I ever did.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ J Hardy Carroll, who provided the photo prompt, is also a Friday Fictioneer. You can read his story here.
To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.