(Written for Alastair’s Photo Fiction)
“Steady now!”, Jacob whispered – his voice hoarse from all the hollering in the previous hour.
The first plank hung in the air precariously. The crane proceeded to sever its ties with the plank. One by one. Each snap of the connecting ropes cut across like a sharp whiplash. THWACK!
Just as planned.
After what seemed like an eternity (but was just a few minutes), all the ropes gave way.
Everyone looked at the plank, half expecting it to plunge into the water like every earlier attempt. Five minutes later (and after most of the onlookers had turned blue from holding their breaths), the plank stood still.
After years of planning, experiments, rejections and failures, Jacob had been successful in suspending the first plank without any support.
Jacob let out a war cry to every person who had ridiculed his idea – Who said you couldn’t build castles in the air?