As the gondola rose up the mountain, Debra shivered. “Aren’t you concerned about the disappearances?”
“Disappearing gondolas?” said Vik. “Naw. That’s just a crazy rumor. Don’t be fooled. Think of the good side! This is the only planet where you can watch Giant Eagles from the safety of a mountain lodge. Those rumors were spread by the lodge’s competitors.”
All feelings of security evaporated when a giant eagle’s talons punched through the sides of the gondola. Powerful wings ripped the gondola free from the cables.
As the eagle carried them to its nest, the two wondered at their fate.
“What’ll be like in the nest?” said Debra. “Will the other gondolas be there?”
“Probably. There’ll be no food there. The survivors might be starving to death.”
“Or worse, eaten by the eagle’s truck-sized chicks!”
The eagle finally deposited them in basketball court-sized nest with two other gondolas and broken egg shells. Vik and Debra ventured out after the giant predator departed.
They discovered Ben, eating something from a plate.
“You weren’t eaten by the chicks?” exclaimed Debra.
“You’re not starving?” wondered Ben.
“Nope,” said Ben, standing before a huge broken egg. Hope you guys like omelettes.”
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction: https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2018/04/15/sunday-photo-fiction-april-15th-2018/