He wove the wires around the bolts and turned them once; she jumped.
“What is this? Some sort of flame?” she asked.
He smiled in the strange white light.
“This, my love, is called electricity.” Then he reached into his pocket.
He opened his hand, and she picked up the ring of bright gray metal. She gasped.
“What is this? It’s so light!”
“A ring.” He smiled. “It’s made of aluminum metal.”
“Aluminum..you are so full of surprises,” she murmured, and pulled him close.
“You don’t even have to ask. The answer’s yes!”
I return after two weeks! Better than two years, right? My wife suggested the idea for this story, but I washed it in my standard post apocalyptic worldfeel. 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: