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.

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This strange and mysterious painting is by German artist Makis Warlamis.
You can see Jane’s original post here:
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I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth for jelly babies or fruit pastilles. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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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?

  5. Pingback: Microfiction challenge Utopia Ark: the entries – Jane Dougherty Writes

  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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