Knowing Too Much and Nothing at All

A shower appeared in my bedroom thirty seconds ago.

No, not a shower. A tube of some sort, fogged glass. The door opens, steam pours out. Okay, maybe it is a shower. A man with neat hair and an old face steps out. He frowns.

“You’re not Martin,” he says, then scowls, “crap.” He turns and looks at the shower, then back at me.

“Where the hell am I?”

I reach down and grab the neck on an empty bottle of beer beside my bed. I keep it at my side.

“My bedroom,” I say.

He glances around the room, unimpressed. “I see,” he mutters. Then, looks back at me, “but in a bigger sense, what city, what country?” He looks out my window.

“Somewhere in Europe?”

“Russia.”

He frowns at me.

“But, you’re American?”

I nod.

“What the hell are you doing in Russia?”

I shrug, “I like it here.”

His frown deepens. “Best you get out. Things are going to get messy pretty soon.”

I look out the window too, then back to him.

“In Russia?”

He gives me a serious look, “everywhere.”

He walks back to the shower and opens a panel I hadn’t noticed.

“Do you mind telling me who you are,” I ask, not letting go of the beer bottle.

“I’m from the future, I was supposed to come back and,” he looks away from the panel, thinking, “fix something.”

“What?”

“None of your business.”

I stand up.

He turns and raises an eyebrow, amused. He looks at the beer bottle, he smiles.

“Good luck,” he says, turning back to the shower, which I now begin to realize might be a time machine.

I point to the shower.

“Is that a time machine?”

“Sure is,” the man says, “a broken one, apparently. I was supposed to be somewhere far away from here. Lucky for me, you’ve got high ceilings. It could have been much worse” He looks up appreciatively. I do too.

“Yeah, people keep telling me to thank Stalin for that.”

The man chuckles.

“So, you’re not here for me?” I ask.

The man shakes his head, “nope, a very important man was supposed to do something very important today, I need to make sure he does it. So, if you don’t mind I’ll be out of your hair in a moment.” He twists a few wires around inside the panel as he talks. I sit back down on my bed. I frown.

“Are you going to kill me?”

The man turns and gives me a frustrated look.

“Why is that always the question people always ask? What about time traveling makes people think we are all a bunch of psychopaths?”

I think about it. I shrug.

“Are you going to erase my memory then?”

He crosses his arms, “now why, if I even could, would I do that?”

I look at the time machine shower and then back at him.

“I mean, I know about the future now, won’t that have some effect?”

The man gives me the look of God watching a squirrel choke on a peanut. He shakes his head and turns back to the panel. He twists a few more wires, slams the panel shut and does a little jig with himself.

He opens the door to the time machine. He turns back to me.

“Uh, stay in school,” he says, giving me an awkward thumbs up.

“I’m almost thirty!” I call after him, but, the door is shut. I blink once, the room is clear of all abnormalities. I stare at the space where the time machine had been.

My hand loosens around the neck of the beer bottle.

 

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34 comments

  1. The man gives me the look of God watching a squirrel choke on a peanut.

    I don’t know how you do it – part of the mystery … but when you so casually toss in a line like this – its so descriptive and integral to the story, yet zany enough – just the write amount of edge – it makes me giddy with delight and today, downright full out laughing (in a madly off in all directions way!)

    Great story!

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  2. Reblogged this on Black Cat Alley and commented:
    Right, I just couldn’t help myself …. yet another wonderful story from Flash 365 – if you’re having a bad day, the world at large or small is pulling you to pieces, – take 3 minutes or so and have a break – well worth it!

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  3. I wrote a short story this morning and laughed manically to myself at a particular line because I thought, ‘Benjamin’ll love this.”
    And then you provide this sci-fi meets kitchen sink drama piece of excellence and my kissing of the cat over reaction of this morning seems a little silly now. My return to the drawing board is a comforting journey, so frequently have I made it. 🙂

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    • Haha, I’m glad you liked this one. I was really happy when I finished it. I didn’t even mean to write it. I think I was starting on something else and it just made sense. But you’ve peaked my curiosity. Have you posted your story?

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      • Oh good God no! I lack the confidence/ability to write and post so rapidly.
        There was a rare exception on Mother’s Day last year, I wrote and posted a piece on the same day as it was a tribute to mum’s and Nans but otherwise I tend to re read stuff and cut bits.
        I’ve got several things lined up for February so maybe early March. But don’t be too disappointed, Red haired gran 3 is up now, plus a ‘movie trailer’ you might… quite..like.
        Okay, be disappointed. 🙂

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  4. Popped over from Black Cat Alley…

    I like to think of ‘The Traveler’ from Star Trek the Next Generation – the one that took Wesley into a new evolution of human kind. 😉

    I did a trimmed flash fiction you might like here…
    (this is the Flash Fiction space…the other is for daily short stuff)
    New Home

    (Since WP changed things I can’t figure out to find where and who is following what site. – so I hope I haven’t doubled you up so to speak.)

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