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For those who are new, Rochelle shares a photo prompt to which several #FridayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, and you’ll need a shovel.
Here’s my contribution:
The Spring House
Trace toiled by hand and with the assistance of his mule, Gerald. While excavating the water source and preparing the ground for a stone foundation the mountainside wall dissolved revealing a deeper hollow.
Having retrieved his flashlight, Trace leaned inward exploring the darkness. Not ten feet away from his outstretched arm and previously concealed within the depths of the mountain was something huge, seemingly metallic based on how the light danced upon the surface, with a subtle curve, which his single light source could not fully expose.
Trace pushed through the opening and approached the strange thing.
What the hell?