Nobody underneath the path of the drone could hear it as it cruised undetected over the bay, losing height as it approached the near-deserted beach.
A thousand miles away a tall man leant over the drone pilot watching the screen. He pointed. There, he said, that family with the red towels. The pilot examined the group, noticed the man’s heavy beard, the battle scars, the adoring family.
At that point the man looked up from the beach straight into the camera.
Now, said the tall man.
That’s what I call a great family portrait, said the tall man.
Prompted by Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s weekly 100 word writing challenge found here.