Airborne

The pyramid rose like an impossible hot air balloon. Gently and slowly it left the remains of the building that used to house it crumbling into the crater it left behind. It climbed steadily and then each section, starting from the bottom upward began to rotate in turn – the grating sound from the stone changing into a rhythmic hum. Each section began to emit a silver-white light, and the shape of the object altered from pyramid to oval; as the lights reached their brightest, the object shot skyward with immense speed, and quickly vanished from view.

The apprentice helped the professor back up to his feet, both ashen faced.

‘My word…’ was all the professor could say.

Posted for Six Sentence Stories. Denise’s prompt word this week is Balloon.