Every week a photo is used as a prompt for a story using around 200 words. If you want to have a go, head over to Sunday Photo Fiction and take a look at all the details. If you want to see what others have written, then head to the InLinkz link up page and click on any of the images there to read one of the stories.
Tripsy looked at the buildings in front and giggled. “Pretty houses, pretty, pretty houses”, she said in her high-pitched voice. Beau looked at her wishing she would shut up. Opening his case, he laid it on the table nearby and started plugging wires into the back of the case and then into sockets and other devices so it looked like a tangle of linguine dangling from the back of the case and then splaying out in different directions.
Breathing in calmness and exhaling tension, he flicked the switch and a humming sound filled the air, with vibrations emanating from the case. He looked at the houses, waiting for someone to come out. He frowned when there was no movement except Tripsy prancing and running like a four-year old. Beau adjusted dials sliders and turned the volume up again, but still there was no movement.
Scratching his head, he went to look at the houses and saw his sister running to the case. He called out to her to stop, but she slammed her hand down on the case, which resulted in huge white and blue flash. When he could see again, the only thing left of the houses was their foundations.
A Mixed Bag 