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.
100-Word Fiction: ‘Paparazzi’
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 View more posts