This week's challenge for 5 June 2013
The Photo from Flikr Commons
Here is my contribution:
THE BIRTHDAY TREAT
The waiter brought over the tray holding a cafetiere and two cups and saucers and placed it down on the table in the lounge area of the Georgian country manor hotel. Isabelle smiled at her husband who took her hand and said, ‘Happy birthday darling.’
Isabelle raised her eyes to the stucco ceiling gazing at the ornate light boss holding a dazzling chandelier. Her laughter tinkled lightly as she gazed at this man who could still surprise her.
George’s attention was taken by the old fashioned mahogany bookcases that lined one wall of the lounge. He pointed them out to Isabelle who stood up to take a better look at the titles on the spines of the books.
A leather bound Bible was prominently displayed on one of the bookcases. George groaned inwardly as he saw Isabelle’s hand take down this religious tome. She brought it back to the leather chesterfield sofa and as she sank low down in to the cushioned seating she opened the fly leaf of the book.
‘Oh look, George, there’s an inscription here. It’s a bit difficult to read as it’s slightly faded and in old fashioned script,’ said an awestruck Isabelle.
‘Wonderful,’ he heard himself say with a slight tinge of sarcasm. He poured their coffee dropping a cube of brown sugar into his black liquid whilst he picked up the jug of cream and slowly swirled it in to his beautiful wife’s cup.
He heard a gasp and looked over to see Isabelle holding a black and white photograph in her hand.
‘Wow, look at this, George!’ she exclaimed. ‘It’s got to be pretty old. It must be to do with that chap who explored the Antarctic surely,’ she mused.
‘Let’s see,’ said George as he fumbled for his glasses from his shirt pocket. ‘It certainly looks pretty cold there,’ he said once the picture came in to focus.
Isabelle started a running description of the photo. ‘It’s an ice cave, with icicles dangling from the sides and two men who have obviously walked across the ice from that ship there.’
She turned the black and white photograph over and saw handwritten on the back the words: British Antarctic Expedition 5 January 1911.
‘This photo is more than 100 years old. Look what those men did without the aid of all this technology we have nowadays.’
‘Didn’t they all die before the fleet of rescue ships found them?’ asked George. ‘I’ll Google it when we go to our room.’
It wasn’t quite what he had in mind for the end of the evening when they retired to their four poster bed but he knew Isabelle would still be wondering if he didn't find out for her although he was almost sure she pretended to be more technophobic than she actually was.
‘I know summit usually means the top of the mountain,’ said Isabelle ‘but this must have felt like the summit of the journey to see something nobody had ever seen before.’
Word count: 500