This week's prompt: Write a story centered around something that opens. This is what came forth...
Steve snapped the camera, then slammed on the gas and sped away. This was just too weird. What in the heck was going on over there?
No one in town talked about it, but everyone knew about the trucks. Big trucks with canvas on the top that could open and close instead of a hard roof. They came and went at all hours while the town turned a blind eye. Cars pulled in once in a while, never staying long, the people making dark shapes in the glow of the headlights.
Steve's scooter wasn't very fast, but it could dart pretty good. He cut through Mrs. Mary's yard, just missing her prize rose bush. She saw him through the window that could open and close, and yelled out at him as he sped away. He was startled and wobbled a bit, but managed to recover without losing speed.
He finally made it to the clubhouse, which was really just a shed with a big door on the front that could open and close. It was on a foreclosed property so no one really cared that the kids used it. At least they took care of the place, right?
Steve opened and closed the big door as he entered the shed. They never left it open; it would have messed with the indoor air quality. Tara's Dad did heating and air conditioning work and she had scored a geothermal air handler for the building. They needed it for what they kept in there.
The first thing anyone did upon entering was to punch in a security code in the third keypad to the left of the door. This keypad controlled a trap door that opened and closed. If you didn't punch the code, the door flew open and Bumbles the honey badger came roaring out. Bumbles wore a collar for an electric fence so she never left the building, but she was a great deterrent for trespassers inside. They lured her back into her pen with her friend, Petal, the Juliana Pig. Yes, it was an odd pairing but they were orphaned and grew up together so neither one was really sure which was which, but it worked for them. Their pen led to an enclosure at the back of the shed that had extended walls to surround a plot of gound. From the outside, you couldn't tell it was there, and the roof opened and closed on noiseless hinges to provide fresh air when Bumbles and Petal were using the space.
Steve went straight to the back wall of the shed. Tara was already there, posting her shots taken from the other side of the drive. The angle was pretty much the same as Steve's which meant duplication of efforts, but going around the property was a good way to disappear. No one knew where you went, but there was a building door that opened and closed whenever someone went missing.
Suddenly, there was a furious pounding on the shed door! Steve and Tara looked up, guilty looks crossing their faces.
The door flew open- the inside of the shed revealed to the world. No Bumbles, no Petal, just two kids tacking Polaroids to a wall.
Steve's Mom looked in, a disgusted look on her face.
"How many times do I gotta tell you kids, quit taking pictures of your Dad's trucks and stay outta Mrs. Mary's yard! Now, get your danged butts out here and put these toys away!"
Steve and Tara, chagrined, came out of the shed and pedaled their trikes into the garage to put them away, Tara headed for home. Yeah, they called them scooters, but isn't that just another name for a trike? The doors closed behind them.