The curio shelf stirred my imagination.
My fingers turned the tiny pedal of the bicycle.
I was racing down a hill with no brakes.
“Phew” I gingerly placed the miniature velocipede in its cubby.
I pulled the conch to my ear.
Waves crested over my head pulling me to the ocean’s floor.
The shell dripped as I replaced it.
Hand turned brass chess pieces gleamed.
I was in Palermo, a gun in my face.
The dropped pieces rolled away.
An ancient spearhead looked so enticing.
“Nope”, I was not about to grapple with a poison tip and angry tribesmen.
This week Rochelle entices the fictioneers with a prompt with endless possibilities this week. There is one catch, it has to be written in 100 words. and if you get a chance stop over and wish Rochelle a Happy Birthday!!!