100-Word Fiction: ‘Paparazzi’

They say there aren’t many of us left. We’ve had a bad press, it’s true, camouflaged in the bushes and aiming a telescopic lens at our prey. And the youngsters don’t care, they’d never take it up. They can get all their thrills on the internet – and everyone’s a photographer these days – damn Instagram. See that Kate Middleton topless? I could have had that shot. I’ve got the gear and the patience. I was out the other day too, setting up my tripod near the beach. Waiting silently for this bird. Migratory species. The paparazzi of the curlew sandpiper.

Published by MW Bewick

Writer of poetry and place; editor and journalist. Co-founder of Dunlin Press. Books including Pomes Flixus, The Orphaned Spaces and Scarecrow are available from http://dunlinpress.bigcartel.com

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