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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, let’s share a little adventure.
Here’s my contribution:
“It looks dilapidated.”
“Works just the same.” Mr. Maple’s third jerk persuaded the metal gate into compliance, although not without first gnashing a meaty finger and drawing blood. He said, “Stand back, missy, wouldn’t want no accident,” then shoved the digit between his lips and sucked.
She envisioned him devouring a roasted baby arm and felt queasy.
The air swirled, debris shuffled across the floor as there came a rising vibration. Maple’s polyester suit gained a certain weightlessness and the lights flickered. From out of the dark hole in the floor rose an elevator car containing a queer internal iridescence.
So, when I go to get the link and the little frog I end up at a page that shows no links…