‘So, Professor Soupal, where is it from, how old is it, how did you get it and how did it get here?’ The young apprentice looked at the stone object upon a stone table within a wooden box with a combination of awe, puzzlement and a slight tinge of fear.
‘It’s very very old, as you can see,’ Soupal smirked, ‘and that is really the only how you need an answer to… it looks Mayan, but it predates that time by eons; it’s actually from the Stone Age. I think there should really be two of them, and the protruding bits in the middle aligned and facing each other.
It’s either a laser device or some kind of light sensor used for building security, it’s an intricate, oh my, what’s wrong… you look confused?’
The apprentice could not say what he intended to, as dusty green lights began flashing on either side of the protruding laser bit, changed to yellow, then to red, and the stone dials on either side began to turn, scraping as they did so; instead, he merely shouted one word as he dragged the professor out of the storage facility: ‘run!’
Denise’s prompt word for this week’s Six Sentence Stories is Table.
The Mansionic Perspective 
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