Clatter and Clamor

A 100 word story

Image by Peter H from Pixabay

Clatter and clamor drew her to the workshop. The oil stink of hot metal reminded her of shop class, the sort of place you’d need to count your fingers when you left.

Their neighbor wore a black wool coat, long enough to sweep the floor. His eyes shone when he stared at her, like her dog when she held out a treat.

“Is this a press?” Her fingers lifted dark grease as her smile faltered. The floor beneath her shifted and bricks transformed to cobblestones.

Flash of silver knife in swirling fog and gaslights, he answers, “No, a time machine.”

• Inspired by the photo above and prompted at http://www.phantomsway.com/2019/10/04/fiction-friday-100-word-challenge-a-workshop-maybe/

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