No, it's not really the Flash, a/k/a Barry Allen.
It's just my overly cutesy way of letting you know I'm once again participating in the Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction Extravaganza. Up top is the picture prompt, down below is the story.
Don't worry, it'll all be over in flash!
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The Temple
They had stumbled on to what looked to be the entrance to some ancient temple. Or perhaps it was a burial ground. Professor Kropotkin couldn't say, nor could his assistant Maya Majoun.
"I just don't like the looks of this, Professor," said Maya.
"I know, Maya," answered Kropotkin, "but we've come this far. We've got to find out what that structure is and what it means."
"Professor, there may be a curse!"
"I don't believe in curses, Maya. But there may well be some kind of trap set for possible intruders. Or we might be attacked by an unknown local indigenous tribe angered that we've disturbed the slumber of their deities."
"Professor, we're hungry and tired. We've been eight weeks in South America away from all civilization."
"We must push on, Maya!"
Maya and Kropotkin wove their way between the two jagged rocks that stood out like quiet sentinels and --- lizards darting to and fro before them --- climbed the broken stone pathway that led to the structure's portal. They entered.
"Oh, My God!" shouted Maya. "Oh Dear God!!!"
"It's a Singles' Bar!" Kropotkin cried out. "And there's a cover!"
"I knew it," said Maya. "There was a curse after all."
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Now, there's the Flash!
And please, Barry Allen:
We don't need another crappy superhero movie!
