THE AUCKLAND SAFARI
“Get down from there. That elm has rotted. It’s not safe up there.”
“As soon as I get the picture.”
“Why from up there?”
“We are here birdwatching, so we should have a bird’s-eye view of over first campsite.”
“That’s ridiculous. You’re going to fall and damage the camera.”
“Damage the camera!”
“You know what I mean.”
“Yes. You’ve stated it very clearly.”
“Look. All I meant was that we didn’t bring another camera. We have to be careful if we going to win Arckland’s Bird Safari scavenger hunt. The prize money will set-up our studio.
“I am wedged between these branches in danger … you tell me. This tree has rotted. I could fall to my death any moment … you tell me. Then you remind me NOT to damage the camera.”
Creak … Crack … Snap … Boom.
Lori lands in an unceremonious heap at the base of the elm.
Kyle rushes to her. “Lori are you hurt?”
Just as he arrives, the Nikon D850 hits Lori in the eye and gently rolls to her lap.
“Thank goodness you caught the camera.”
With a snicker, Kyle walks away. An apology now would do no good. Maybe after breakfast?
Written for WHAT PEGMAN SAW: BLACK HILLS, SOUTH DAKOTA.