Finish the story is another branch of the flash fiction genre ala Sunday Photo Fiction and Friday Fictioneers. A photo is a key piece in the other two, but Barbara Beacham chooses one more spice by supplying the opening line. !00-150 words after that is all you have at your disposal to spin your tale.
First Line: “The typewriter had a mind of its own.”
My attempt. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>
The typewriter had a mind of its own. Louis pressed the p key and f tapped the page. For dump truck that resembled a rolling piece of N he saw the number 1 move. W brought the letter T to life. The piece of junk obviously needed to join the rest of the detritus collecting in the old rusty dump truck that resembled a rolling piece of scrap metal. He hefted the overgrown paperweight off the desk and made a visual check for a potential path to the door.
“What are you doing?” Jenny asked. She was carrying stuff into the room from the storage locker to the right side of the door in his sights.
“Taking the scrap to the truck.”
“Stop! We have no idea what we have here!”
“I know,” Jeremy nodded, looking at the variety of seemingly unrelated peices. “We have the unenviable task of getting rid of the crap someone else would not.”
“Do you know anything about this area?” Jenny asked.
“What’s to know, there is some warehouses and a few bars.”
“Sure, now. But seventy years ago it was very different. The war meant a lot of things happened under the radar, so to speak.”
“Funny,” Jeremy said.
“Okay, bad choice of words. But there was a group that did some pretty important things from somewhere in this cluster of buildings.”
Jenny did not answer, a trait of hers that always served to ruffle Jeremy’s tail feathers. Instead she began typing on the old machine while referring to a crumbled collection of papers.
“Like this,” she said pulling the paper from the machine with random letters, numbers and symbols on it.
“Gibberish!” Jeremy said shaking his head.
“Type it, just like you see it on there,” Jenny said.
Jeremy began to type, keeping his focus on the page Jenny supplied until he finished. When he rolled the paper out and held it to read his mounth simply fell open. Finally the words mad it our of his throat.
“Germany will launch their planes with atom bombs on June 18, 1945.”