Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
Is it just me, or is Al’s photo of toys a bit on the creepy side?
Whatever, it took me down a strange side street.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.
Click here to hear me read the story:
Dressed to Kill
I breathe deeply, prepare myself mentally.
Then I dress.
I put on the specially designed undergarments.
I put on the suit.
I pull on thermal socks.
I shove my feet into the heavy, inflexible boots.
I slip on the head covering, followed by the helmet.
I fasten it slowly, laboriously, into place.
My hands wriggle into the inner gloves, for warmth.
And the gauntlets, for protection.
I move like an ungainly, awkward robot, staring out through my little window.
I am ready.
Ready for anything the hostile environment can throw at me.
I breathe deeply, one more time.
Then it happens.
My worst nightmare.
Not an attack from an external source.
Not even a lack of oxygen.
My nose starts to itch.