FF - Friday Fictioneers
Copyright Claire Fuller
“Now it’s a three quarter turn to the seashell,” said Quarto, "and then we pull the mustache off the little dummy head.”
“Right, and then the duck sculpture goes on the top shelf,” continued Gruskin “while I wrap the blue string all around you ...”
“Sorry, Quarto, that’s the combination.”
With the movement of the string, the entire panel detached and swung wide open.
“Oh, boy, two eggs!” exclaimed Quarto.
“Great, kid, now close and lock the refrigerator! We don't want anyone to stumble on to it.”
In the year 2237 food had become so scarce that all refrigerators had to be camouflaged and kept locked under combination.
That is, if you ever wanted to eat.
Looks like things are going to be tough in 2237, so I'd say best to have a little something to eat right now. And have a Coke and a smile with it too.
You can click here for the stories by the other Friday Fictioneers based on the picture prompt above. Read 'em while you eat.
Okay I'm closing the refrigerator now. Think you know combination? Don't forget to yank the mustache off the little dummy head!