Flash Fiction for Aspiring Authors- The Falls

I wrote a piece in response to this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Authors photo prompt. The rules are to write a Flash Fiction piece of 100-150 words related to the photograph provided. I wrote a character piece with a small twist at the end, based off my first thoughts when seeing the picture.

Word Count: 146.

Photo Credit to Etol Bagam

People came from all over the world to see the crystal-blue waters racing down the cliff and to hear the roar of the pounding waters as they struck the ground. The waterfall seemed so beautiful, so pure, so precise- one single stream of mighty water pulled down by gravity. It was so certain of its destination, so singular in its intent.

James admired that. Here, he could see the design of nature’s laws: physics in action.

It reminded him of his academic days, when they had been interesting, when the challenge hadn’t left yet. That was the tragedy of the world: the challenge always left. Everything came easily to him after he’d applied himself to it.

In this beautiful place, he would move past his last challenge.

James Moriarty nodded and walked away.

Yes, he thought. This will be the place where I kill Sherlock Holmes.