The final piece clicked into place on the pyramid.
“Get back!” Ford shouted to his excavation team.
Indiana Ford was damp from jungle humidity and nerves.
He sat the puzzle pyramid on top of a small stone snake statue; hates that thing.
Ancient mechanisms whirred and clicked to life all around them forcing great stone obelisks to break the earthen seals of their old tombs.
Ford and his team scrambled toward the foliage seeking firmer ground among the trees.
Six great monolithic monuments rose; with the tiny puzzle pyramid at their core they were an ominous sight.
Fear gripped the men as decorated symbols in the rough stone surfaces began to pulse with a blue glow.
They all were quick to scatter leaving Ford by himself with the device sparking and humming now.
He stared transfixed at the tiny puzzle pyramid waiting for it reveal the meaning of all this.
There among the sparks and arcs of electricity his Father’s face appeared, “Junior!”
Indiana’s knees wobbled slightly at the sight of his dead Father. The feeling was quickly overcome by an all too familiar frustration when his dad used that name.
“I told you never to call me that,” he said.
Danny Machal August 4th, 2015