An interesting photo prompt this Friday from Friday Fictioneers.
Sarge, We’ve Got A Problem
Sarge, got a problem down here. An old phone booth has just appeared out of nowhere, smack bang in the middle of the High Street. There’s a strange-looking bloke inside, who says he needs to talk to someone in charge. He’s quite insistent, says it’s a matter of some urgency. Something about Earth being invaded by a marauding alien force. I can bring him in if you like Sarge, trouble is the car won’t start. Not to worry though, this bloke says he’ll give me a lift in his phone booth. Reckons we’ll be with you some time yesterday.