The Exchange

Photo by: Yinglan Z.

Darius Green sighed as walked through the Science Museum. Another dinosaur hunting season passed without a significant fossil find. All he discovered was an unusually polished blue rock. Idly, he imagined it was magical, but that was silly.

Walking beside the huge Allosaurus skeleton and absently rubbing the rock, he looked up. “I wonder what life was like in your world.” He sighed. “I wish I could change places with you.”

An hour later, Director Pullman peaked out from the janitor closet. The living Allosaurus had smashed much of the museum before crashing through the tall cargo bay doors. Beside him, his assistant Marjorie still shivered.

“Do you think everyone’s alright?” he said.

“I think so. I managed to reach everyone but Darius,” said Marjorie.

Pullman strolled through the shattered exhibits. At a platform he said, “That’s weird.”

“What?”

“Do you remember having a Human skeleton in the dinosaur exhibit?”
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Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2017/12/18/fffaw-challenge-week-of-december-19-2017/