This was last week’s prompt for Sunday Photo Fiction – couldn’t help myself when I saw it..
The Onslaught
The first assault came without warning. On a clear winters morning, a large lemon tart exploded into Sydney Harbour, answering the question whether we’re alone in the universe, in spectacular way. The tsunami which followed flattened the foreshore, and covered most of the business district with meringue.
Since then, the attacks have come more frequently. Last month, a volley of tiny apple filled assassins pocked the surface of Britain while she slept. They were small enough to go undetected by the GPDS –the global defence system set up to protect us from our tormentors. Before that, the Red Sea was soaked up by the shell of a meat and cheesy number cocooned in pastry. Where they come from, we still don’t know. Or how they’re even possible. What we do know for certain is that they will come again.
And so we wait, with our eyes searching the skies. Waiting for the pies.
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Nice post. Interesting picture, too. Has it been photoshopped or has someone really dangled over a live motorway to write ‘The Pies’ on that bridge? I do believe pies are under represented in the food industry and are overlooked many times in the face of pizza, curry, kebabs and other ethnic and fast food options but dangling over a motorway in support of pies . . . wait a minute . .I think I need to get out and protest too!
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exactly! this was last week’s prompt from Sunday Photo Fiction. looks pretty real to me!
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Oh it’s real alright – I think it’s still not he M6 northbound on the way to Manchester…Simon Armitage used to mention another one I like on a bridge: Oldham – home of the tubular bandage. I often think about that and smile. Enjoyed your post. Best wishes, Nick
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Thanks! And for reading too 😊
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I nominated you for a challenge. https://wwwpalfitness.wordpress.com/2016/06/05/3-day-quote-challenge-day-3-of-3/
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Pie in the sky. They’ll come to a sticky end.
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there are worse ways to go I suppose..
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Sweet attacks…too much of anything can be harmful!
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exactly! perhaps the tables could be turned if we just started eating the invaders? thanks for reading Jessie 🙂
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Ha, very funny 🙂 And quite tasty-sounding, if potentially catastrophic.
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If we’re to be flung with something, I’d much rather pies than cats..
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