The bricks in the wall under the boardwalk still frizzled and popped occasionally. The sounds reminded Josh of the time he tried to cook bacon in the toaster. Part impending grease fire, part electrical short. Mix in a low-tide ocean breeze carrying a hint of pear and the smell too was comparable.
“Any idea what went wrong, Ems?” He directed the question at his friend, Emily, but she was studying the golden swirls on the wall/space-time gate while jotting down the patterns in her notebook. He didn’t force an interruption, choosing instead to wonder how he had injured his bleeding leg.
“Why couldn’t we just do another study of Woodstock?” Josh thought to himself as he found a spot to rest, leaning up against a rusted boardwalk support. He pulled the first aid kit and his lunch from his pack, tended the wound on his leg, then he shouted at Ems again through his egg salad sandwich. “Moo oouu meed ahny elp?” “Angh why ith our air ahh weth?”
Emily just shook her head in mocking disbelief and searched through the trash pile until she found the parts needed to fix the gate that would take them back home.
Readers are invited to critique my story or rate it with the judging criteria in the comments. Thanks for reading.
The Challenge is:Write a short story/flash fiction piece of less than 200 words based on the 5 prompts
http://rachaelharrie.blogspot.com/2012/03/second-campaigner-challenge-of-my.html
