Portal Pandemonium







Image © Shaktiki Sharma.

Yesterday it was derelict, only the floor tiles judged redeemable, now the doorbell tinged welcomingly and rosewood shelves polished to mirrors, held large jars boasting everything from rice to pear drops.
The shopkeeper, dressed in a green apron over checked shirt, gabardine trousers and robust artisan shoes, addressed her in a tone clipped to the civility of the period.
“Madam?” Sonia stared in wonderment at the display.
“Wow, takes me back.”
“Back where exactly, madam?”
“The 1960s, of course.”
“This is 1965, what time has madam come from?” He said patiently, while his forefinger dialled the first nine of three.

Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

14 thoughts on “Portal Pandemonium

    • HI Mike, thanks for commenting. I don’t think either of the characters knows what’s happening. After all, if someone claimed to be from another time, we would probably lock them up for their own safety.


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