The One Minute Writer Blog posts daily writing prompts, and as I’ve just discovered, they post weekly Friday short fiction writing prompts. This week’s Friday Fiction prompt is about Time Travel, with instructions to “Write a brief, creative, fictional piece about time travel.” I couldn’t resist this, so just had to have a go. So here’s my attempt:
Walking along the pavement, Anna glanced at her watch, just enough time to grab something to eat before her lunch ended. “Bloody Bank Queues” she mumbled, as she approached the chip shop counter.
“Hi Honey, what can I get you?” asked the cheery man behind the counter.
Before she managed to answer, another man bounded up to the counter, with an exuberant energy she wasn’t quite used to on a Wednesday lunchtime. Dressed in long brown coat, wearing a blue suit with sneakers. Nothing seemed to go, not even his scruffy hair and protruding nose. “Oh, that‘s what I like to see. Service with a smile.” he said with surprising enthusiasm, “Tell you what, mate, you couldn‘t rustle me up a couple of bags of chips could you? Only I‘m in a bit of a hurry, life and death and all that.” Noticing Anna’s open mouthed astonished face, he added “Oh you don‘t mind do you, darling? Only the whole world’ll come to a stop if I they have to wait for me.”
Sighing heavily, Anna replied “You‘re not the only one who has a half hour lunch break you know. And if you don‘t mind, I‘ve only got 12 minutes left of mine.”
“Oh I‘m sorry love, only I think my jobs a bit more important than yours, don‘t you?” and with that, he whipped out a piece of paper that said something about environmental health on it.
The cheery counter guy rushed to serve him piping hot fresh chips, with a really worried look on his face. “Here, here. Y-You won‘t find fresher chips in this town, Sir.”
“Hmm, well, we‘ll see.” replied the strange man with a condescending look. Taking the chips handed to him, he pulled out a chip, and chewed it over thoughtfully, whilst the guy behind the counter looked on hesitantly. After a long pause, he said “Not bad… not bad at all.”
The counter guy breathed a huge sigh of relief. And with that, the strange guy in the long coat, whirled round and swept out of the chip shop. Long coat swishing as he went.
“Who was that guy?” Anna asked, incredulously.
“Oh he's the Doctor.” replied a previously unnoticed girl in the doorway, short but pretty, with shoulder length blonde hair. “And he‘s going to save all your lives.”
“Doctor Who?” Anna asked, astonished.
“Just the Doctor” she replied, with a wry smile, and walked away.
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