A little late, and a little light on picture, this is my Friday Fiction post, albeit it’s now Saturday. Since I’m away from my usual computer and internet connection, I can’t post the picture, but I thought I’d leave the words here for now and be back in a few days to beautify the post. As ever, comments are welcome, especially concrit.
The Buzzard
From forty feet above, on his bare-branch garret, the buzzard surveys his tundra lands. His rodent people scamper from sparse cover to sparse cover under his imperial gaze. King and God. Their attempts at self-preservation are based on credulous practices: offerings on sacred rocks, tenuous prayers and habits – each according to the traditions of its breed.
But the buzzard pays no heed. He is guided by his own faith. He knows the best offerings to appease his personal gods – the hunger that growls inside and the noisome offspring without. At last, his attack deified by speed, he swoops.
elmowrites 
A bird’s eye view; master of all I survey.
I like it.
http://logo-ligi.com/2012/07/12/soliloquy-of-a-disgruntled-raven/
Thanks Kwadwo. He is indeed!
“Rodent people” — very creative. 🙂
I liked how you portrayed the buzzard as God-less and the poor li’l rodents as beholden to gods that cannot save them. “King and God” struck me as very Egyptian. 😀
I was wondering about “rodent subjects” but went with people in the end. I’m still not sure…
I’m pleased you liked the rodent / buzzard distinction though – took some mental gymnastics till I was happy with that.
I enjoyed how you presented this, and the powerful relationship of the buzzard and his whims to those underneath his dominion — nice read
Thanks bill. I’m glad you weren’t put off by the cobbled-together nature of the post. Tomorrow will be more of the same, but normal service will resume next week.
I shall look forward to it.
I like the imperiousness of the buzzard. It believes in nothing but its own wants and needs, as opposed the the scurrying masses and their opiates.
Here’s mine:
http://glossarch.wordpress.com/2012/07/14/the-silence-friday-fictioneers/
Ah, opiates. Genius! Thanks for your kind words
Dear Jen,
…deified by speed. Favorite line among your 100 good words. I’m glad you were able to write something this week. I always look for you among the growing crowd and was disappointed…until now. Smiling again.
Aloha,
Doug
http://ironwoodwind.wordpress.com/2012/07/13/roadkill/
I may be late again tomorrow, Doug, but I’ll turn up when I can, so keep the faith. Deified by speed was my favourite line too – I’m so glad someone else liked it.
Conveys the arrogant, implacable majesty of the bird. Nicely done.
http://castelsarrasin.wordpress.com/2012/07/13/every-cloud-friday-fictioneers-july-2012/
Implacable majesty – everyone else’s linguistics put me to shame, but I’m so glad to be in the company of great writers, especially when they say nice things about me! Thanks Sandra
I enjoyed your different point of view on the picture. I think “bare-branch garret” and “rodent people” were my favorite phrases. And it’s certainly true that being without a reliable,fast internet connection with a good computer is a royal pain! Glad you made the effort.
Thanks for keeping the faith, sustain, I’ve got another week of dodgy connection but it’s slightly better now so tomorrow should be a little more polished (fingers crossed!)
We get so spoiled, don’t we, expecting or wanting instantaneous connectivity everywhere all the time? Hard to remember when the internet wasn’t even there!!
I know. Just imagine, we used to have to *phone* people when we wanted to tell them something!
Hi!
I have nominated you for “One Lovely Blog” Award.
http://faitaccompli.wordpress.com/2012/07/16/i-feel-lovely/
Happy Writing! 🙂
Parul
Wow, thanks Parul. I’ll look at that when I’m home next week but I’m excited already.
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