For two weeks, Evan had been investigating the odd, sprocketed contraption in the basement of the house he’d inherited from old Uncle Eli, an eccentric inventor who’d been tinkering with it for the past sixty years.
Evan didn’t fathom the machine’s purpose, but he did think he could get the gears moving.
He made one last adjustment with his screwdriver.
Evan jumped back as the large driver cog suddenly lurched one “ka-chunk” counterclockwise.
Then the light changed. “So, my time machine finally worked, I see.”
Evan turned. The figure speaking to him was Uncle Eli at age 26.
I wrote this as part of (last week’s) Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The idea is to write a piece of flash fiction using a max of 100 words and base it on the photo prompt you see at the top of the page. The details are at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog (scroll down).
Read all of the responses to this flash fiction challenge at InLinkz.com (over 80 as of this writing).
My story is exactly 99 words long.