The Loch Ness Monster stared at me for twenty minutes. Twenty minutes! Tilting its head from one side to the other, as if trying to work me out. At one point, it stretched its long neck forward, as if trying to get a closer look.
Its tongue licked the air, and it constantly blinked its lizard-like eyes. The rest of its body remained underwater, all I could see was its head and neck.
Then I realised I had my camera. I rummaged through my rucksack; finally grabbing it from the very bottom.
When I looked up, the Monster was gone.
I was totally lost. I knew where I was generally, of course, Bhutan, at the foot of the Himalayas.
I’d managed to get separated from the rest of the expedition somehow, and couldn’t call for help on my mobile phone… the battery was dead.
I caught sight of someone ahead of me, dashing from the clearing into the trees, so I decided to follow. And then I wished I hadn’t. Ahead of me, looking out from the trees was the Abominable Snowman.
As my camera is on the phone, I couldn’t even take the photo for proof. However, I ran.
The sea was calm that night. The sky was cloudy, but not overly so. The Moon shone brightly behind the clouds, casting a nice glow for miles around.
I was alone on the deck. Although I was tired, I couldn’t sleep, hence deciding to take a stroll around the deck. The excursion during the day was long, I presumed the other passengers were well away.
The formation of the brightly coloured lights by the Moon caught my eye first. Then, the gleaming metallic sphere came into view. I tried to get a photo, but all I captured was the Moon.
A trio of tall tales for Sideview’s weekend theme this week, which is That Elusive Photograph. I feel I must add: always be prepared to take a photograph, for it just may be the one that the whole world has been searching for…