Friday Fictioneers: Wrong Time Period


Please Note: this is 100% fiction!

The moment I saw him, I couldn’t turn away. He looked like someone from Newsies. “What is this madness?” He asked in an English accent as he studied the airplane display at the exhibition complex. “This magnificent piece doesn’t belong here. It belongs in the sky.”

Where did this person come from? What time period?

He turned to me, the only other person at the exhibit. “Little girl, who is in charge of this place? I must speak to him at once.”

I crossed my arms, “Little girl? I’m 32 and I think you’re in the wrong time period, dude.”

(100 words)

For Friday Fictioneers

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22 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Wrong Time Period

  1. Like your fiction! When you’re short like me, you often get comments like that. Had to put a riser behind the counter when I was a shopkeeper just to see over the counter, let alone around the register. Ahhhh, to be 4-11 in a 5-7 world. Love this story!

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      1. Haha, I beat both of you at 4-foot-9-inches. 😂 I used to have to sit on a pillow to drive. Thank goodness I’m not an inch shorter, otherwise, I’d be subjected to a booster seat.
        I think I’m in need of some grey hair, so no one will dare call me a little girl. 😄

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