Sunday Photo Fiction: The Thing
“What in the world is that?”
“I don’t know.”
“Where did you get it?”
“Some garage sell.”
Ted was always bring stuff home. “Why?”
“Cause it was different.”
“It sure is.” Lily picked the thing up to better examine it. She turned it over. “What does this say?” She showed Ted the strange language on the bottom.
“Don’t know,” he said. He tried to pronounce the words.
From the inside out, the thing flashed bright blue and green smoke that engulfed Ted.
When the smoke cleared, the thing was sitting on the table where Ted had first placed it. Ted was nowhere to be seen.
“Ted?” Lily called. “Where did you go?”
She looked throughout the house. No Ted.
She came back to the room with the thing and asked it, “Did you do something with Ted?” It glowed dismal gray smoke.
“Well,” Lily said, “I guess that’s one way to put out the trash.”
The thing glowed a satisfied pink.
Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words.
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