The man walked around the car, smiling slightly at the Kansas license plate still stuck in the corner of the rear view windshield.
“What brings you here, anyway?” asked the mover’s assistant.
“World peace,” the man replied.
The movers glanced at each other.
“A few thousand years too late,” the mover said. “Everything in order with the car?”
“Yes, it’s fine,” the man said as he folded himself into the driver’s side.
As soon as he reached an empty stretch of highway, he stopped, got out of the car, picked it up, and blasted off into the sky.
This is what I thought of when I saw the Kansas license plate in the picture. 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: