This week’s photo prompt is provided by Footy and Foodie.
Out for a walk
John whistled to Oliver to slow down, and walked toward where the dog was waiting. It was the perfect time for a few photographs, and he would be able to get the dog out for some exercise. Some walking would do them both good.
John held up his finger imagining that he was swirling the clouds as he moved it over from blue, to pink, to orange, to yellow where the sun was setting. He put down his hand to pick up his old camera that was held together with strategically placed duct tape and rubber bands. Brenda always knew how to fix things.
Oliver waited by one of the cars. It was time to go home. It would get dark soon. John looked down at the photo he had just taken. He stopped.
Was that-? He shook his head. What was that on the screen? It couldn’t be.
Oliver barked, urging him to hurry up. It was almost dinner time.
John scratched at his head beneath his hat. “Is that a woman?” he asked himself. On the screen sure enough was a figure in the clouds. “Flying?!”
He put his camera away and grabbed Oliver by the collar to hurry home.
Brenda wasn’t going to believe this.