Ian and his visitor, Cleary walked the sidewalks of the picturesque seaside town of Bledsoe.
As they walked beside O’Shay’s fish market, people began calling, “Albatross!”
Some raced for cover beneath awnings, others looked up expectantly. Soon one of the huge seabirds flew overhead. It dropped a letter squarely into the hands of a woman, who squealed with glee.
“Did you see that?” said Cleary. “She caught that letter!”
“Of course,” said Ian. “It’s hers after all. Jenny loves getting letters from her sister.”
Cleary assumed he’d missed the point. “But an ‘albatross’ dropped it.”
“Yeah, that’s how we get mail. The birds are genetically designed and very smart. We’re so remote here, albatrosses are the best way to deliver the post.”
“You get used to it.”
As they walked along, many more calls of “Albatross!” went up. Unwary recipients were often struck in the head by the super-accurate birds.
They arrived at the house of Ian’s friend, Ewen, but the fellow refused to come out.
“What’s wrong with you?” said Ian. “It’s a sunny day and you should meet Cleary.”
“I cannot do it!”
“I ordered a bowling ball from Amazon.”
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2018/04/08/sunday-photo-fiction-april-8th-2018/