When I went out to photograph the sunrise, I heard some ducks on the pond. The black-bellied whistling tree ducks objected to my presence and took flight.




The mallards, however, decided I was harmless and stayed around.

When I went out to photograph the sunrise, I heard some ducks on the pond. The black-bellied whistling tree ducks objected to my presence and took flight.




The mallards, however, decided I was harmless and stayed around.

I was out and about fairly early one morning and saw these clouds with some nice coloring. I was lucky and found a tree to add to the scene.


27 November 2017
The Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.

Photo copyright Roger Bultot
Zombies with Cameras
Josie drank coffee as the darkness waned. She’d been awake for hours.
She’d discovered an online insomniac community. Some couldn’t go to sleep right away, some woke up in the middle of the night. Others, like her, woke up too early.
They photographed what they saw when they wished they were sleeping. A collection of their photos, “Zombies with Cameras,” hung in a gallery, with the opening ceremony that night.
The photographers hadn’t met before; they’d recognize each other by their “Sleeping is Overrated” buttons and insomnia-induced lifeless movements.
The sun rose. Another long day – and night – awaited.
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To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.
Days with a dawn such as this make me appreciate the world’s beauty all day long.
