Joe stayed in. He wanted to go out. Shuffling along the hall, the attic folding stairs drew his attention. Pulling the handle, he ascended into a jungle of crowded shelves. An ancient device with keys caught his eye. He dragged it to the floor, inserted paper, and tapped away.
Phyllis discovered the pull-down stairs and quickly ascended. The typewriter sat alone on the floor.
I should have destroyed that thing, she chided herself before reading what her son had typed.
There was a boy who travelled far.
“Oh dear, how far is far, and into what century did he go?!”
This story is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we’re to write a 100-word story. The photo this week was taken by Jeff Arnold.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit HERE.