“‘Mama, wait!’ Bear shouts as the trees behind him are being swallowed by the earth.
His mama whips her head as back as her little neck will allow while stretching her abnormal short arms behind her. ‘Come on, son. You can do this.’ She pants.
‘No, I can’t, mama!’ Bear begins to sob as his mother frantically runs back for him.
‘Never say you can’t, do you hear me? You’re too young to give up. We will get through this, together.’
‘H-how?’ His mama frowns. She doesn’t have the answer to this. Just then, something like a worm hole opens before them. He stares at it with wild eyes. ‘What’s that?’ Before his mama can say anything, a force sucks Bear into the hole. Everything flashes before Bear as he spins round and round in the hole. He screams and screams. Then he arrives.”
“He arrives where, mommy?” Barry asks his mother.
His mother points to the trailer with the green dinosaur in the parking lot and smiles. “He arrives here, in our world.”
A little background on the photo: There is a public storage facility behind my work and almost always, Uhaul (moving trucks) park there. One day, as I was walking home from work, I suddenly noticed that all the trailers had these captions on them, introducing the different states. Most of the designs were pretty boring. They had someone skiing or camping or a flower, until I saw this one. Connecticut for dinosaurs.
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above. Thank you for choosing my photo this week.