It’s that time again, Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word photo prompt hosted by the wonderfully creative Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Each week more and more attempt the challenge. Follow the link, have a go or just read the wonderfully diverse offerings.
A porter approached from the side,
“Can I take your coat Sir?”
“Nah, I’ll keep it” Paul shot back.
Still clutching his invite, he moved forward.
The smell of rain, moss and decay hit his nose. He froze.
Up ahead a pencil-thin redhead put her foot onto the far ramp. A sudden gust of air filled the passage way.
The ground opened and then closed just as quickly. The redhead was gone.
Perhaps he should have brought a better present!
He hated these damned themed parties. ‘Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom’, my arse.