Every Wednesday we get a new picture prompt for the Friday Fictioneers, a writing challenge graciously hosted by our Fairy Blog Mother Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
The task of the challenge is to write a story: beginning, middle, and end, in 100 words or less. You can find all the Fictioneers’ stories when you click on the little frog. Please read, comment, and if you like, join the fun. Everyone is welcome.
She stepped out of the portal and frowned. “Are you sure that thing will still be here next year?”
“Certainly,” I said. “No one removes junk. It’s safe.” As her guide, I needed to radiate confidence.
“Let’s go then.”
She’d travelled back in time to experience a key moment that would shape the future. The founding of the PET-movement, to be precise. Sadly, it never happened.
A year later, disappointed, we returned. The van was gone. She was stuck. Her glare could have melted metal.
I cringed. “There’ll be compensation. What now?”
She sighed. “I’ll start the Planetary-Environment-Treaty-movement, what else?”
Maybe she finds another portal…