“Open the door slowly,” Sara nudged Eddie. Eddie rolled his eyes and ignored her. He pushed the closet door open.
The next moment was a blur for Sara and Eddie as clothes, board games, and who know what else came hurling at them.
“Are you okay?” Eddie helped Sara up. She rubbed the back of her head while giving him an angry glare. Eddie lowered his head in shame.
“What’s that?” Sara picked up the clock in the closet. “I don’t remember having this, do you?” Eddie shook his head as she moved the minute-hand. Suddenly, their surrounding began to change.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.