Maya Angelou passed away today (as I’m sure anyone on the internet already knows). She’s a writer whose works I’ve always felt I should be reading more. In fact I had been thinking about that yesterday. I toyed with the idea of writing a poem to pay tribute to her but… I suck at poetry. As it happened, I was originally planning on writing a 100 word flash fiction about a bird watcher. Since Dr. Angelou did famously liken herself to a bird, maybe that’s something?
Anyway, here’s my 100 word story.
Elmer shared his name with a white paste that awkward school children supposedly ate when crafting. His passion he shared with the likes of Agatha Christie, Sir Ian Flemming, and E.B. White. Quite obviously he was… an ornithographer! And on this fine Saturday morning, what an ornithographer he was. His pulse pounded as he caught the ivory-billed woodpecker in the sight of his digital camera. With a photo, he’d win fame and the near-extinct bird a hope for survival! Holding his breath, Elmer pressed the button. Nothing. He froze when he saw the viewing screen: NO CARD IN THE CAMERA.