“Where are we?”
A moment before the band had been playing in Brenchley Gardens; now they were somewhere completely different. Or almost- they were still in a bandstand; and still seemed to be in Britain. But without mobile reception. And at night.
They deliberated and discussed. Could this be a wizarding error (they were certainly not unknown), they wondered, could what they played have triggered transportation?
They struck up once more.
Every few tunes they moved, made a note. After six hours they got back. But two years too early.
“How long will this take?” they moaned before starting again.
A moment before the band had been playing in Brenchley Gardens; now they were somewhere completely different. Or almost- they were still in a bandstand; and still seemed to be in Britain. But without mobile reception. And at night.
They deliberated and discussed. Could this be a wizarding error (they were certainly not unknown), they wondered, could what they played have triggered transportation?
They struck up once more.
Every few tunes they moved, made a note. After six hours they got back. But two years too early.
“How long will this take?” they moaned before starting again.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:
