Writing Prompt Response
Write a story based upon this image
“It’s better than a rock.”
I sat, one toe dipped in the water, staring into the expanses of an endless blue sky. Solitude had its upsides sometimes, and one of the best was the ability to just lie still and listen to the waves lap against the shore.
Granted, the “shore” was composed mostly of flotsam and refuse, but it was my shore. I’d even managed to craft myself a small hut in the middle. It was rickety, smelly and felt like it might collapse at every gust of wind, but it was home.
There have definitely been worse punishments in history. I was quite pleasantly surprised when I was moved. Humanity has always piqued my interest, and I have ever been their benefactor and now their continuous expansion has forced me from my previous prison.
Some might say that I caused it all. I gave them that one gift that allowed man, huddled, freezing and dim-witted, to emerge and to conquer the natural world around him. I counter, however, that any creature that can take one little spark, one little flame, and rise to dominate the planet deserves far more lip service than that.
So Olympus became crowded – jet-powered aircraft and space stations make it very difficult to hide from the prying eyes of humanity. I have to say I am very proud of them, though.
Now my solitude is my prison and the endless seas my chains.
A shadow flitted across the water, large and imposing. In a flap of great wings the eagle landed upon my shack, eyes fixed upon my torso.
“You’re early,” I mumbled, shielding my eyes from the sun.
The eagle said nothing, hopping down onto my island in the curious way all raptors do. It was probably exhausted, it’s flights were, after all, far longer now.
“Fine, fine,” I unbuttoned my shirt, motioning for the bird to do its work. “It’s the least I can do since you came all this way. Just don’t block my tan too much.”
The bird set to his painful work. Tomorrow he would do it all again.
It’s still far better than a rock.