Author’s note: Welcome again to another Friday Fictioneers. Things have been pretty busy for me over the last week or so, but I have some time to do what needs to be done. Enjoy today’s offering!
by Miles H. Rost
“So, you really think she’s here?” Mark Driscoll asked his buddy, Clark Jackson.
“I know she’s here. I tracked her from the airport.”
The men looked at the building.
“And her front door is up there?”
“Well, how do I get up there?”
“Don’t you remember how she got to our town in the first place?”
“Invisible jet, you said, right?”
“Yeah. So if she has an invisible jet, and she lives in that building, it means she must have invisible stairs.”
Mark looked at him, head askew.
“The last time this happened, I fell into a sinkhole. No.”
Mark turned and walked away.
Probably a wise choice on his part.
Falling down invisible stairs would not be pleasant, I’m sure.
Those darn sink holes are popping up everywhere! Good story!
The man has no sense of adventure. But a great deal of common sense. Nice one.
Would one rather fall downstairs or fall upstairs? That’s the real question.
Sounds like he’s done with tracking her. I’m sure she’s up there somewhere, hoping they’ll try to climb the “invisible stairs.” 🙂
I like the dialog. I’m Chuckling to myself.
Thanks for the memories. Is that Lynda Carter up in there, hiding out now that she’s out of the limelight?
Nice one Miles.
I remember a door like that on my old house back in Minnesota. I used to tell people we had invisible stairs to it. XD
Very funny story. Those two are characters.