Microfiction challenge #22: Utopia Ark

Sundays had always been great for getting away from the rat race, queues, traffic and squalling, squabbling kids.
However, this tiny piece of heaven, designed, manufactured, owned entirely and piloted by its Creator, was exquisite, the envy of the lowlifes beneath him.
From his vantage point in the sky, he could see the world below, watch the looks of wonder and amazement at his passing, like some kind of God paying a visit to his followers.
He basked in his egotistical glow on this maiden voyage, preened himself at his excellence.
It had been miraculous of course, this original concept, and then the years of planning and engineering involved to get The Ark to fly.
Billions of dollars had been invested in the project, thousands of man hours, and when complete, no-one, except He, was allowed to board.
No two by two animals for him to clear up after thank you very much, just the plain straightforward beauty of a floating landscape, that when at rest, would blend neatly into natural surroundings. In fact, no-one would know of its existence unless in flight as all those who had been involved had ‘departed to another life’.
He chuckled, then let forth a roar of laughter, exalted by his deviousness when he’d realised that money could indeed buy you anything.


This strange and mysterious painting is by German artist Makis Warlamis.
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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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16 Responses to Microfiction challenge #22: Utopia Ark

  1. That’s exactly the surreal kind of story I was expecting this image to provoke! Makes me want to take a ground to air missile and blow him out of the sky 🙂

  2. He reminds me way too much of somebody. Great surrealistic tale.

  3. Michael says:

    Love it Di, great response to this image which is a challenge I have to say…I was tempted to go a sort of Discworld interpretation but resisted…

  4. Ha ha ha. Hope he gets really lonely up there, though. Maybe he uses a gold plated lift to access it?

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  6. merrildsmith says:

    I’m thinking he’s due for some bad karma. 😉

  7. Joy Pixley says:

    Great portrayal of a horrible person who feels totally justified in what he does — the brilliant hero of his own story. But I agree with the others, that he’s building up bad karma and is due for a fall. Like, a really big fall from a very tall height. 😉

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