Friday Fictioneers – The Rift

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Everything looked normal, peaceful, suburban. So why did the hair stand up on his arms? Something was wrong, terribly wrong.

The stop sign? Arret? No. That just told Sanders he wasn’t in Kansas anymore—he hadn’t expected to be. The absence of any people? No. A feeling of dislocation fizzed at the edge of consciousness.

The bins! It should be green bin day, but there was a brown bin out. Two realities had been stitched together, almost, but not quite, seamlessly.

Then he spotted the translocator pole. And the creature who stepped through.

Sanders zenosyned.

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I think I may be channelling Laurie here. 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

46 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – The Rift

  1. It is just too perfect isn’t it! You gave me a shudder then a laugh!
    Reminded me a little of the opening of Dodie Smith’s Twilight Barking (yes the 101 Dalmatians writer). Written way before Twilight, it is a great children’s read with some adult stuff in there.
    Let me know when we can all zenosyn!

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