Short Story Sunday: 2020

“How does it work?”

“I don’t know exactly. All time travel technology and equipment is stolen.”

“Well, that isn’t going to do us any good. Pray tell who stole it and whom did they steal it from?”

At that point I was done with the conversation. While Dr. Latimoure was beautiful, sexy, and extremely intelligent, she was also an egotistical bore.

“Megan, listen, why don’t we just back off for a while. I need time to think.”

She crossed her arms and pouted. Just like a teenager. She stood there and stuck out her pretty lip and crossed her arms so that her breasts pushed together and formed some impressive cleavage. Only I wasn’t impressed. Not this time.

“Fine then, where do you want to go? I mean, I know enough to give a preview.”

I told her to sit, then carefully put the blue helmet over her head. Sliding the peacock hued glass plate over her eyes the job was done. All except turning it on.

“You sure you want to do this?” I asked, knowing the answer.

“Of course I want to do this. Go on. Let’s take a look.”

Flipping a switch on the back of the helmet I waited. Nothing happened for about a minute, then a blue light came on. Megan gripped the chair handles.

Then she opened her eyes and took off the helmet. “Nothing happened. Obviously you haven’t done any of engineering research I asked you to. For someone who claims to have such a passion for history you…” She stopped and looked at my hand, then to my face. “Why are you wearing a wedding ring?”

“I’m married.”

She looked at her own ringless left hand. That was proof enough that she had always thought I’d fall to her feet and marry her. No way.

“It worked. What year is it?”

“2010 Megan.”

“So you didn’t marry me.”

“No.”

“But you know I’d be here, right now. It worked. Do you know what this means?”

I smiled and hugged her. It worked. Time travel worked.

Part of me wanted to just keep her here in the future. But that would mess up everything. Sure I’d missed those late night trysts but I didn’t miss anything else about her. I’d found other brilliant minds to work with.

Now all I had to do was figure out how to tell her that she’d died in a car accident three years ago. On the other hand, I could just send her back and save myself the trouble.

 

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