Thursday photo prompt: Still #writephoto

Thanks again to Sue Vincent for providing us with one of her personal photographs upon which to write a post or poem.
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a peaceful and still pond, surrounded by green, with sheep grazing in the field beyond. The sky is blue and the branches of the trees are just beginning to show their leaves…
It was a tranquil day, one of the most perfect that Summer.
Apart from the occasional bleat of the sheep as they grazed, it was quiet and serene.
It was Cook who heard the first rumblings.
She looked out of the window expecting to see thunderclouds and a threatening sky, but all was as it should be so she went back to her pies.
The Master was in the library and felt the first shudder.
He placed his tumbler on the oak occasional table and removing his reading glasses, placed Tom Sawyer beside it.
Stepping out onto the manicured lawn, he watched ripples dancing on the pond’s surface, gradually gyrating to such an extent that they were sloshing up over the side.
A few sheep raised curious heads, but returned to the business of feeding, though a handful of others walked towards the furthest edge of their field.
The noise intensified, and Mistress came running out followed by a floury Cook wielding her trusty rolling pin.
‘Is it an earthquake?’ they asked in unison.
The master shook his head in confusion.
‘I have no idea, but it’s coming from within the pond.’
The three stood and watched in wonder and disbelief as a craft of unknown origin became visible under the surface, gradually rising up out of the water until it was free of its liquid shackles and took off like a bolt of lightning towards the heavens.

Cook had caught the Mistress as she’d fainted dead away and the Master stood spellbound as he watched the ship disappear towards the sun.
The sheep continued to graze as the water settled to its previous undisturbed serenity.
The scene was as if nothing had happened, nothing else had been affected and there were no other witnesses.
Who would believe them anyway? The villagers already thought they were nuts.

About pensitivity101

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! In November 2020, we lost our beloved 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. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. 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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26 Responses to Thursday photo prompt: Still #writephoto

  1. willowdot21 says:

    Well I never 💜💜

  2. Sadje says:

    Good one! A sinister pool!

  3. blindzanygirl says:

    Crikey Di. This is very different for you, It’s GOOD,

  4. anita dawes says:

    You managed that very well, Di… who would have thought?

  5. Lovely story, Anita. Thank you so much for re-blogging my effort.

  6. I hate to admit it but I think the villagers may be right!

  7. I love the suspense!

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  9. Sue Vincent says:

    Well that was completely unexpected 😀

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