The pay phone rang. He jumped.
“Dude,” said the voice on the other end. “Listen, there’s no time. You got to come to this phone and dial the number by the handset in exactly twenty years. Got it?”
“What? Who is this?”
“No time, man! The gas main’s about to explode! Run!”
He ran, and the world caught fire behind him.
Twenty years later, he returns just as he was told. He slips the coins into the slot and counts one ring before someone answers.
“Dude,” he says. “Listen, there’s no time…”
I’m excited to have one of my own photos as the prompt! It’s licensed under Creative Commons with Attribution, so anyone can use it so long as they credit me. Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: