Time travel’s first rule was validating your arrival date. I stepped through the portal and groaned.
A 1950s era diner? Was Josh joking?
Diners were ubiquitous on the timelines. I could cite countless examples over the last 200 years. This establishment offered no clues I was in the correct year before the portal slammed shut.
This place was quiet, too quiet. A shiver raced down my spine, and my stomach heaved.
We told the initiates fantastical tales, our attempt to scare first-time travelers. I had never seen one and doubted they existed. Until today.
I turned and faced The Watcher.
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer