Obstinate. The dinosaur stubbornly refused to budge. Writer’s block. Terry threw his pen down in disgust. His task was simple:150 words, more or less, of fiction inspired by whichever museum exhibit struck his fancy – in this case, a dinosaur skeleton. Obvious enough, or perhaps a bit too obvious…cliché: The dinosaur must come to life – Spring to life and go on the rampage! Terry imagined the other patrons dropping their jaws and coffee-cups; staring bug-eyed, transfixed; peeing their pants as the creature before them grew flesh and reanimated; a mass of humanity screaming; stampeding in blind panic and unbridled terror; smashing priceless antique vases, paintings and curios in a desperate scramble to escape from an equally terrified and rather bewildered reptile; causing more injury to themselves and each other than the dinosaur ever would. Terry could imagine the blood on the floors and walls. Hapless fools slipping in the mess, knocking themselves unconscious.
If only the dinosaur could come to life.
And then it did.
© Grumpy Axolotl
Word count 168
Photo: Yinglan Z