“See!” said Mavis. “My new invention.”
Randall stared at the pickle jar filled with AA batteries. Wires protruded from the lid and connected to a switch and light bulb. Biting his lip to keep from laughing, he returned his gaze to Mavis.
“So you think this will work, huh?” he asked.
“I know it will,” she replied as she threw the switch and completed the circuit. The light bulb glowed brilliantly.
“Whaaa…” squawked Randall.
Mavis smiled. Randall couldn’t see the wire she’d strung through the middle of the jar, connecting to a 9 volt battery. He’d never call her a dumb blonde again.
Word Count: 102
[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.]