PHOTO PROMPT © Kent Bonham
‘The registration number?’
A gloved hand took the slip of paper from her fingers. Glove and paper vanished inside the open car window for a moment before reappearing.
‘Take it,’ said the voice.
‘Won’t you need it?’ she stammered. ‘To remind you -‘
She tried to fix in her head the timbre of the voice, pin down the gender, but there was nothing to identify the speaker, nothing distinctive.
She might have been talking into a void.
‘You’ll know when it’s done,’ said the voice.
‘The world will shift.’
Then the car was gone and she was alone.
Here’s my cheerful little entry to this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Run by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, this is the best writing prompt online and I’m glad to be back after a two week enforced hiatus. But now we have wifi back and I’m in a killing mood … See here to join in the fun and to read the other tales.