Written for Sunday Photo Fiction. Story begins after the photo.
Genre: Urban Fantasy/Humor
Word Count: 232
Magic had returned to the world.
Unlike the previous reign of magic, we had internet this time. Hoary tomes were no longer secreted away in wizard’s castles. Soon, nearly everyone was an amateur wizard, especially those ubiquitous 14-year olds. Golems appeared once again, often made with the carelessness of youth. Contradictory instructions triggered three incidents of rampaging golems in a single month, and police were urging people to remain calm.
Bus driver, John Freeman tried to. He saw the thing reflected behind him in a puddle at Gaiman avenue as the bus drove by. More reflections showed it marching down the rows of seats. It was huge like most of them. Fists that could crush skulls like eggs. It’s eyes burned with red fire as it approached him.
The ponderous, unstoppable creature stalked down the aisle toward him. If it got too close it could shatter John’s spine with a single swipe of it’s immense arms. It was close. A powerful, merciless hand reached towards him. John had to act fast. At DeLint boulevard, he saw his chance.
The bus lurched to a stop.
John turned and shook the golem’s proffered hand. “Another day cleaning the radiation waste, Mr. Pump?”
“Yes, sir,” rumbled the golem. “I’m so happy to work again after centuries of idleness.” It turned and ambled off the bus.
“Thank God for golems,” murmured John, and he drove away.
Author’s Note: This includes a little shoutout to the literary genius, Terry Pratchett. Mr. Pump appeared in the book, “Going Postal.” Read this book if you want to experience a masterpiece of imagination, and have a lot of great laughs along the way. I want to grow up to write books like Pratchett’s some day.
Each week, Alastair Forbes presents an original photo as a writing prompt for the newly renamed “Sunday Photo Fiction.” Here’s this week’s original prompt: http://alastairsphotofiction.wordpress.com/2013/10/27/photo-fiction-october-27th-2013/