It was finally finished! Mr. Nimr Rad gazed about. The entire penthouse level, the 159th floor of his towering needle in the sky, was his living suite and office.
The building had begun well, but it seemed that the higher they built, the more communication problems they had. At first, all the crews had spoken good English, but by the end, foremen seemed reduced to grunts, waving arms and pointing fingers.
From this, the highest point for hundreds of miles, he looked down upon the milling masses, and felt an almost God-like superiority.
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Fiction site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story,.
Oy, just back it up half a mo. That there grass was green and mowed when I climbed in this thing an’ you did the flashin’ lights and sound-effects thingy. And where in the bloody ‘ell did them skyscrapers come frum. They wasn’t in mah bleedin’ front yard when I came outta the house a few minutes ago.
Where are we?
Wha’, “When??” Right now! “When are we??” Like we moved in time, like?
We did? How’dya know? “The lights and sounds did it, and you made ‘em?”
How could you do that??! “Cuz yer thuh doctor?!”
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.