The Floor is Lava

charred-toys

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“The Floor is Lava.” Abigail’s dad said.

Abi grabbed her toys and clambered onto her bed, struggling with the height of it and the bulk of her beloved teddies in her arms, but giggling with determination.

A repetitive high-pitched beep made Abi cover her ears.

Dad rushed downstairs to investigate.

He called urgently to Abi to come down, but she shouted back “I can’t the floor is lava!”

He climbed the stairs three at a time and grabbed Abi.  She screamed for her toys, dropped in the urgency.

Abi made it.  The toys burned.

She never played that game again.

Word Count: 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.

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33 thoughts on “The Floor is Lava

  1. Dale says:

    In a weird way, it made me think of Life is Beautiful – where the story the father tells the boy ends up happening in real life… At least in yours both father and son survive.

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