Phillip was staring at a Route 66 sign and he was feeling rather sorry for himself.
He had just convinced the lady behind the counter to give him a cup of tea, when he felt the room shake; his vision twisted and blacked out.
His ears popped and his vision returned. He was standing in what appeared to be a dirt hut.
“Not again” he moaned to himself “I’d only just figured out where I was, again”.
Furious with the fate he had been given, he stomped out the door to try and discover where he’d ended up this time.
PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright Jean L. Hays
Friday Fictioneers is a challenge set by Rochelle Fields where writers around the world create 100 word stories inspired by the one image. For more information see:
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2015/01/07/2-january-2015/
RIOT’S REDEMPTION 
He’s right to rage against his fate. What is it that has him trapped? A fascinating situation and character.
A time-traveller. Different take on the prompt – for me the hut would be a preferable option to a busy Chicago street.
Dear Sarah,
I enjoyed your take on the prompt. That would be a hell of an existence, never knowing when you’d black out and wake up somewhen else. Well done.
Aloha,
Doug
Dear Sarah,
Are you familiar with the old series “Quantum Leap?” This reminded me very much of that show where each leap would put the MC into another time, place and body. Good story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Sarah, that would definitely be a terrible fate. I wonder whether it’s just place (bad enough) or if he goes through time as well (worse.)
janet