The idea of Sunday Photo Fiction is to create a story / poem or something using around about 200 words with the photo as a guide.
© A Mixed Bag
He looked up at the eagle, judging time from sun and shadows. Turned to watch the wave of schoolchildren filling the plaza, shrieks and laughter warmer than the day.
“Time,” Diego said into his earpiece.
It wasn’t quite, but he said nothing. Patience was his virtue. Always had been. His weakness, too.
He picked up the courier as he entered the plaza, watching him wind around to the monument in the center. The eagle above. Eternally waiting.
Stepped up beside the man.
“It-it-it’s all here,” the man stuttered, offering up a small folder.
He raised his eyes to the eagle again, courier’s following, then dropping again.
The eagle sees all.
Message heard, finally, and received.
Taking the folder, he slipped it inside his shirt; turned away, lost in the crowds.
Silence surrounded the courier, cut by the shrieks of children, sharp as knives.