Short Story Series (BD #2): Voices In The Ark

This is where photography and creative writing have found a common platform. What began as an experimental platform of combining the photographs of Bernd Drawe and my fiction has evolved into a series of interwoven stories that were published online on photography platforms. The positive response to the series encouraged us to take it to another level and after several months, a book was born. The complete set of INTERWOVEN is only found in the book! All of Bernd Drawe’s photographs can be found on Lichtblau Fotografie

Baron Troeta ©Bernd Drawe

Baron Troeta shifted uncomfortably beneath the great Sausage Tree he had been leaning against. His trunk swinging back and forth impatiently, the venerable pachyderm wondered when the snacks were going to be served because he had already picked the tree bare. By the looks of it, this was going to be a long council meeting with very slim chances of getting home in time for dinner, and he bemoaned the loss of his favourite fruit salad for the third time this week. As the designated keeper of minutes he had no choice but to pay attention and record the proceedings, making sure his large ears picked up every detail of the discussion, but all this concentration made him hungry and he wished he had not gobbled down his bag of peanuts on the way here. He sympathised with his old bear friend, who had every right to be upset, and knew exactly where the volatile polar bear was coming from. The Baron himself had grown up as a beast of burden in the jungles of Thailand, assigned to knock down trees and clear the forests for new motorways. These cars the humans considered a luxury and necessity were his own personal nightmare. Not only did the speed scare him, but the rapid loss of native habitat to construct more and more buildings and roads was driving them all towards extinction much faster than anyone realized. Gone were the days when elephants could amble around footloose and fancy free, helping themselves to all the fermented fruit along the way. Every move had to be calculated and humans avoided at all costs, especially his African relatives who were being poached for their tusks. So yes, freedom it seems, had a price now. 

Countess Lizzy van Lurch ©Bernd Drawe

Looking down from her perch atop Baron Troeta’s head sat the dainty Countess Lizzy van Lurch. Her sensitive belly picked up the nervous rumblings of her friend and she knew it was only a matter of minutes before he would stomp around and demand a meal. Much as she admired his capacity to remember everything, he needed frequent breaks or else he would go on one of his infamous rampages that put Grumpenheim Snow’s temper tantrums to shame. Despite her petite size, the Countess was the master strategist and had earned her place on the Council through her various battles that threatened their precious territory. She was the mastermind behind the triumphant war that catapulted the Lord Commander to power, and a few others on the council as well. Her powers were legendary, as were her visions that foretold the outcome of war. Nobody knew how old she really was, nor where she originally came from, but she commanded respect and that was all that mattered. These new issues were not her cup of tea, but she also felt strongly about privacy and was not about give up a nanosecond of hers to bipedal lower mortals. The humans had gone far enough with their terrorism and it was time to fight back. Why did technology and mechanism have to encroach on nature the way humans insisted on? Animals roamed the earth long before the humans developed into functional self-sufficient creatures, but why did they rule the planet? It was time for her to come out of retirement and activate her network of spies again to sabotage the planned installation. 

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