Photograph #124
A photograph of coconut trees, whose thin, grey trunks are incredibly tall, incredibly smooth. These two qualities are something you notice especially, because at the top of one of them is a man. Barefoot. Holding on with one arm, and not a rope in sight. Your head reels thinking about it. He is easily forty feet above the ground. In the other arm, he holds a machete. You notice that fallen coconuts are lying on the ground below, and that he is stretching up to cut down more. He would reach up, and hack, and hack, and then the coconuts would fall, inevitably, nothing to stop them but the ground. Thud. Thud. The sound of an ending.
Photograph #125
The young couple sitting on a log. The trunk, it appears, of a coconut tree. They are facing away from the camera, looking out towards the sea. They have their backpacks at their sides. They are holding hands. A boat is approaching. On the back of the photo it says, 'Waiting for the ferry back to Bali'.
I am going to write a story of some variety, long or short, fictitious or factual, every single day for a year. Wish me luck.
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