Welcome to the Friday Foto Flash Fiction Challenge! Each Friday Donna B McNicol posts a new picture to be used as inspiration for your flash fiction written in 500 words or less. Be sure to include the photo, the source credit, and a link to this post with your story. Entries will close on Thursday at midnight Central Time.
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“Who’s put up
this stupid sign here, eh?” asked Joe.
Century, huh?” I read the odd sign post, “Maybe there’s a time machine behind.”
“You and your
stupid sci-fi stuff!” said Joe putting his hands on his hips, “Perhaps a geek like
you has set this up!”
said, “It’s silly and odd.”
“Geez! Just the
thing you’re expecting after a long afternoon walk! Curse that man who has put
this up!” Joe spat on the ground and checked his watch, “Goodness! It’s already
4 pm and the movie starts at 6! Now where do we go, eh? Jos? A guess?”
“It’s just 3:46
pm. Your watch’s fast.”
Wrong! Both of you are wrong! It’s 15 hours 46 minutes and 32 seconds now!”
It was a high,
wavering shrill voice, much like hitting hammer in a metal can. It came from
I and Joe
exchanged a glance.
fit some kind of recorder here,” I said, “Maybe a prankster like you, Joe.”
think so?” he said, sounding impressed. “Let’s check it out!”
He grabbed my
hand and pulled me towards the backside of the sign post. It was all very
ordinary… except a clock sitting right on top with googly eyes.
“What’s that? A
silly clock” I asked.
Wrong!” it started but Joe interrupted.
“You are wrong,
Mr. Clock! It should be dong, dong, dong!”
“I am not a
clock!” said the clock (or so I think it is), “I am a great marvellous Time-Porter
from the 22nd century.”
I let out a
small chuckle and said to Joe, “A neat hologram with a perfect sound recorder.
Nice work, I say.”
Wrong!” It shouted again, sounding seemingly angry. “I’ll show you what I can
For a few
seconds, there was an eerie, uncanny silence. And then came the ticking of
clocks, growing louder and louder every passing moment.
Suddenly came a
noise of the blast of glass. Joe’s and my watches had broken. The whole sky
echoed of ticking, as if it were thunder. It was all deafeningly loud. We
closed our eyes and pressed our ears as hard as we could.
“STOP IT!” Joe
yelled at last.
And somebody or
something who was in charge of all this drama heard it. All the noises came to
I dropped on my
knees… and slowly opened my eyes.
“What… was this?”
I stammered, though I doubt anybody would have heard that. Shock had taken my
In front of me
were odd metallic dome shaped buildings with buzzing drones in the air. Not a
tree, not a breath of life. Just metal and metal everywhere.
“I’ve moved forward in time,” said the Time-Porter, “We have to the end of the century.”