First of all, apologies to all the Fictioneers whose stories I didn’t get a chance to read last week. I’ve been doing a lot of traveling and it’s hard to read and comment on my phone. However, this week I’m going to make up for it by reading all of them.
Also, this story may seem a bit confusing, but stick with it to the end.
copyright Claire Fuller
What Does This Button Do?
Just before the bombs struck, Patty pressed the button.
The high-pitched whistle above meant imminent death.
As she reached the workshop, she heard the dreaded drone of bombers above.
There it was, half-buried.
Penny scrambled over wreckage, biting back the scream that kept trying to rise.
The workshop! Was it still untouched?
She peered out of a burning hole into a hellscape littered with bodies and burning cars.
The next day, the bombs fell; Patty woke to heat and smoke.
“Ok.”
“It reverses the flow of time,” her uncle said. “Don’t touch it.”
“What does this button do?” Patty asked.
The Green-Walled Tower 