The Time Machine — Flash Fiction

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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.


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Jo Hawk The Writer