It Just Takes the Right Touch! 

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“Of course it doesn’t work!” Taylor growled to herself! Stupid antique is probably there as a joke. Her dead mobile was in her pocket and she was going to be late… AGAIN!

“Need to make a call?” the black leather jacket squeaked as he stuck his thumbs in his front pockets.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t work.”

“Sure it does!” He lightly rapped the top of the phone then picked up the handset. “Here ya go!”

She heard the dial tone as she put the receiver to her ear. Surprised, she turned around to say “THAN..” but no one was there.

This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers for July 27, 2017 hosted by our lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is a wonderful challenge. Please follow the link below to give it a try!! 🙂

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How did they find me?

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As I strolled along the ancient paths through the city, I could see the imprints in the stones of those who walked before me. The vines climbed the walls and the shutters banged hard against the walls from the wind. This town was founded in 1268 under the rule of Alfons von Kastilien of the House of Burgundy who would come to see his mistress in the dead of night and lay with her.

The court will convene tomorrow to finalize my lineage so I can take the throne on my 21st birthday. I still wonder how they tracked me down.

This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers for June 28, 2017 hosted by our lovely Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is a wonderful challenge. Please follow the link below to give it a try!! 🙂 

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Elevator? Or not…..

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“Try the blue one!” Mary screamed

“I DID!” said her brother Gary

“The YELLOW one then!” she told him

“I did! They don’t work!” he yelled back at her.

When the twins ventured into the abandoned elevator, the doors had snapped shut and wouldn’t reopen.

They frantically started pushing the colored buttons on the wall. Nothing worked.

“Push the red and blue one together.” said Mary

Gary tried the buttons and the elevator began to shake. When the doors opened, they were no longer on the roof.

“Where are we?” he said.

“I think a better question is WHEN are we?”

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