Friday Fictioneers – Through a zinc sheet darkly


When we plugged the dilithium crystals into the manifold, it happened. The dustbin began to shake and, on the old zinc sheet, a ghostly image formed.

“What is that?” Tony asked, cutting to the heart of the matter.

“Damned if I know,” Truth is important to me.

But Peg was our visionary. “It’s another world,” she said. “We’re seeing into a parallel universe. Look, there’s a building and a tree.”

It looked suspiciously like a baked reflection of our building and a telegraph pole connected by a manifold.

“Not as good as television,” Tony decided and went home.


Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

74 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Through a zinc sheet darkly

  1. You got me thinking about the fascination of the very first days of photography, and another story came along, should I write it, that is the question, well there is not much else to do today, Thank Neil🙂

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  2. Took me a second read-through to get my head around this one. I think I was distracted by the poor little sparrow that just smacked into my front window. Hope he survives. Anyway, fascinating picture you’ve drawn here. What used to fascinate us–just a plain picture–just doesn’t have the magic of television 🙂

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  3. Dear Neil,

    I guess I missed the Tony reference. However I’ve been binge watching a lot of sci fi…my favorite escape. I’m on the 4th season of Star Trek, Deep Space Nine. I enjoyed your story in any event. Remember when photographs were actually developed in a darkroom?



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