Friday Fictioneers: The God of Legoland

Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and the minions for reading.

Photo Copyright: Dawn Q. Landau

Photo Copyright: Dawn Q. Landau

Henrik stared out the tiny window of his mountaintop home, the view nothing short of breathtaking.

The ground quaked and the coffee on the table tipped into his lap. His khakis eagerly drank the hot liquid. He squealed and sprang to his feet.

The ground stopped rumbling, but he couldn’t shake the feeling he was still moving. Coffee forgotten, he peered out the window again and saw a beautiful beach rapidly approaching. He braced for impact, but the small home slowed to a stop before plopping gently into the sand.

Above the house, an enormous hand retreated into the clouds.

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