“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!!!
It had been unseasonably wet in the state where it “never rains.”
We had run out of chips so I did a “quick run” to the store. I felt a rumble, threw the car into park and jumped out. Instinctively I knew that I had to get out from under trees and power lines. “Earthquake” I screamed at some joggers. I stood watching the massive oak upended.
The landscaper had a smirk on his face. For years he had reported that the celebrated, oldest oak needed to be cut down. The celebration was over; the paying of bills in full swing…
Theme of this post: Fictionalized non-fiction
Rochelle has us in the trees this week at Friday Fictioneers. Check out the other stories here.
The scalpel is a symbol of constructive criticism – cut away
“What has happened?” I asked my staff of bio-engineering scientists.
“Got out of its jar…”
“It seems perfectly harmless…”
What I could ascertain from the words that they dared not say was that the research we were doing to propagate larger and healthier plants had worked. So well, in fact, that when a bee got loose and sucked up what spilled from a beaker we had a bee the size of a house.
“Now what do we do with a monstrous bee?”
I eyed the beaker. The scientist in me considered the possibilities.
This week’s rather large photo prompt was submitted by Jennifer Pendergast. Rochelle is the fearless hostess at Friday Fictioneers where stories are the 100 word variety.