Strange Day

PHOTO PROMPT Β© Roger Bultot
PHOTO PROMPT Β© Roger Bultot

Friday at last,” thought Glen as he shuffled into the elevator. Margot from accounting and Adam from tech support were the only other inhabitants of the tiny metal box.

“Morning,” he managed to grunt. The caramel soy latte in his hand was not doing its job.

“Mmrrmmrr” They mumbled back to him with minimal acknowledgement.

Same shit, different day,” he thought glumly.

The elevator finally stopped and the doors opened. A cold wind blew in the door and the three stared incredulously out at the tall weeds and abandoned buildings. This wasn’t Teletech!

“Dorothy, we’re not in Kansas anymore,” Adam whispered.

Word Count: 101

[This is my entry into this weeks Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Use the photo prompt to create a short story in 100 words or less.]

~V

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22 thoughts on “Strange Day

  1. I’m surprised they’re “with it” enough to even realise what’s happened, they all sound a bit “pre-coffee”! Maybe they’ll just grunt, go back in and press some more buttons πŸ™‚
    Perhaps this is some sort of abduction into a “Hunger Games” sort of scenario. Nice story, it would be interesting to see what happens to them next.

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  2. Well at least there are three of them. Otherwise it would be even more frightening. They know they’re not imagining it. That elevator is a bit like the wardrobe leading to Narnia. It’s also possible it’s a time machine. Very creative use of the prompt, Voice. Well done. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

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