Archibald revved up the engine and smiled at the sweet sound his beloved motor made.
‘Good God, man. Are you truly going to pass through the vortex on that monstrosity?’
‘By Jove, she’s coming, Alfonse. Is it ready?’
Alfonse nodded and stepped away from the motor, giving it a long sideways look that spoke envy. Next to him the vortex shimmered, swirled around like bluish air.
‘In three, two, one. And now!’
Archibald adjusted his goggles, stepped on the pedal and zoomed through the warm air; a tingling feeling consuming his whole body.
On the other end, he blinked his eyes open and gasped.
Other vehicles sped past him, swerved around him; shiny, four-wheeled ones with sleek lines, honking loudly in trumpet-like noises.
Archibald looked down at the motor that used to be his pride and his chest deflated.
Done for Friday Fictioneers.
This week, for the first time since I started participating in this challenge, I decided to relinquish the struggle to keep my words inside the one hundred word limit. Please forgive me, don’t hunt me down and punish me! The thing is, I had it at 100, but the story was incoherent. There’s too much plot for so few words; or maybe I’m still too unskilled to pull it off. Either way, this week I have given you 137 words of Steampunk. Hope you enjoy it.