Prompt: Escaping a Natural Disaster

Words: museum, exonerate, epicurean, senseless, literacy, software, solar, tear, coloring, quarry

Story

We stared up at the imposing classical-style building before girding our loins and going inside. “Why’re we here again?”

“Because our literary software hit so big that we were given a night at the most exclusive restaurant in town. Come on. Let’s see how the senseless rich eat.” Joel shook his head.

Thus we entered the Saturn City Museum. The building was built from rock from a single quarry – in the quarry. The coloring rich in shades of pink and blue sparkling when the solar radiation hit.

“Welcome. Your table is right this way.” The maitre’d took us through empty tables. “We will tear apart any preconceived notions of epicurean delusions and exonerate your past culinary sins.”

“I have no idea what he just said,” I said. “And where is everyone else? If this place is so fabulous, why is it empty?”

Joel picked up the short menu page. “Holy cow!”

“What? Expensive?”

“Yes, but no. It’s literally Holy Cow – from India – on the menu.”

I snatched the menu away and scanned it. “Come on. I know why this place is empty. We have to go.”

The floor began shaking as we fled. Wind whipped everything everywhere. As we burst out the door, the roof was hit by lightning. We skidded to a halt and watched the museum be swallowed by every weather system and vortex ever.

Word Count: 227

Written: 12/27/19