Felix was in Big Trouble. He glanced at the ice, coating the tree’s blossoms. At least that mistake would melt away in the scorching July heat.
He peered around the tree. The other mistake was still there. In all honesty, Felix acted in self-defense. The four school bullies were trying to steal it, and beat him bloody again.
Felix sighed. He should never have stolen Dad’s Transmuting Gun. He clicked the reverse-switch, and waited to fix his mistake.
Nearby, the Park Supervisor scratched his head, wondering how they got there. Though confused, he still liked the addition of four bronze statues.
Each week, the Friday Fictioneers meet in a park to try out our latest inventions on unsuspecting park-goers. Not really, but that would be fun. Instead, we write flash fiction based upon an image prompt. Look here for more stories based upon Janet Webb’s great photo above: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/12/03/5-december-2014/