They started off as pimples. City engineers probed and prodded each one as it appeared. Hammers cracked and shattered on their knobbly crowns; diamond tipped drills blunted in increasingly desperate attempts to stop the swarming advance.
Soon the city streets were infested. Then on one unforgettable summer’s night they started to grow: each tiny island of rock straining to seek union with its neighbour.
As the city woke the metamorphosis was all but complete. Bemused traffic was now forced to slow down; the mad, crazy driving of yesterday a thing of the past.
The speed bump was here. Life would never be the same again.
These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.