Harris Wells was startled as a strangely-dressed man ran towards him.
“Apologies, sir,” the man said with a puff, “but I must commandeer your time machine. It is a matter of great importance!”
He jumped into the cab of the car.
“T’is ain’t no time machine, boy. T’is a fully restored De Dion Bouton.” Harris yanked on the man’s arm. “And I ain’t letting ya take her none, neiver!”
The man shrugged him off and started the engine. The car spluttered into action. Seconds later, it disappeared in thin air.
“Well,” Harris said with a grunt, “I’ll be damned. T’was a time machine.”
This post, as always, is towards the Friday Fictioneers prompt, and I have been provided permission for the above image through the challenge. The prompt is simple. Every week, Rochelle, our fearless blogger-leader, posts an image and you have 100 words to tell a complete story. Great community with great writers; it’s a lot of fun too! Come join in the fun! 🙂