Martha (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Martha (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Photo Credit: Alistair Forbes

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge to write a 200-word story based on a photo prompt. Thanks to Al Forbes (A Mixed Bag) for providing this week’s challenging photo.

Jacob hesitated before pushing the SEND button on his cell phone.

Martha has arrived.

Three simple words, setting in motion events that would change destiny.

Jacob’s heart pounded in his chest as he waited for a reply. His years of work taught him many things, but patience was not one of them. Seconds later, the sound of a xylophone signaled a response. Along with a question.

The prophecies are true?

Jacob disavowed religious mumbo-jumbo, but his pious patron would never understand the complexities of DNA genomes and genetic re-engineering, let alone accept the concept of wormholes and time travel.

They are true, Jacob lied, then added,

Make sure your operative is in the right place.

Or this will not work, thought Jacob. He could not be certain that Martha would return to her last home, the Cincinnati Zoological Gardens. It seemed the logical destination.

His patron, sensing his doubts, sent a reassuring message.

The surveillance technology of the Western world will be defeated.

God will ensure our success.

Jacob walked to the small cage and peered inside. A small brown pigeon pecked at her food.

“Eat well, Martha. You deliver an important message today.”


The inspiration for my highly fanciful story is the real Martha, the last of the Passenger Pigeons. It was only after I wrote my story did I find out that a Carrier Pigeon and a Passenger Pigeon were not the same bird. Even though my story may be for the birds, the real story is fascinating, and I recommend you check it out.


Century After Extinction, Passenger Pigeons Remain Iconic—And Scientists Hope to Bring Them Back



A Timely Mistake (Sunday Photo Fiction)

A Timely Mistake (Sunday Photo Fiction)


A little overdressed
photo credit: A Mixed Bag

“Well, this is awkward”

She told him the Merchant of Venice was her favorite Shakespearean play and to impress her, The Doctor decided to take his new companion to the very first performance at the court of King James. From the vast wardrobe aboard the Tardis, they chose elegant garb befitting of a royal performance. A perfect plan. Until they stepped out the door.

Something had gone terribly wrong.

The vast, sandy beach before them was dotted with large, multi-colored umbrellas. To the right, a long pier jetting out over a vast blue ocean. And to the left…

“Doctor… this does not look like 17th century London”

To the left stood a pot-bellied man wearing barely anything at all.

“A little overdressed wouldn’t you say.”

The man stood in front of a small shack, advertised by a large yellow surfboard with the words “Venice Beach – Nudity Preferred.” Noticing the man’s watch, the Doctor asked for the time. Two-oh-Five in the afternoon, or in military time, 16:05. A big mistake indeed.

Trying to make light of the situation, the Doctor asked his companion if she wanted to make the best of the situation. Her reaction told him it was time to look for a new companion.

My apologies to Doctor Who and really good fan fiction.

This story was inspired by Sunday Photo Fiction March 19, 2017