Mr. Important (Flash Travels)

(Sequel to “Knowing too much and Nothing at All” – A Time Travel Story) There is a bar on the Royal Mile in Edinburgh that has live music on Tuesdays. An older couple sing, sometimes their own songs, mostly not. A man, full of booze, grease and hair, my mother later dubbed ‘drunk Jesus’, stumbles over to our table. He mumbles something presumably polite, then … Continue reading Mr. Important (Flash Travels)

Time Travel Inc. – Tech Support

The call center of Time Travel Inc. is easily the most dull part of the building. “At least we’ve got a good view,” Mark says, staring out the window. The crowd of protestors holler insults back at him. Mark gives them the finger. “Don’t do that.” “Why not?” “It’s rude.” Mark laughs. “That is a shit reason.” He makes a face out the window. “Look … Continue reading Time Travel Inc. – Tech Support

Time Travel Inc. – The Murder Artist

I love my job. Someone managed to change something. They shouldn’t have been able to. But, that is the company’s problem. Someone needed to die, again. Killing someone is not an easy thing. Killing them again is even harder. Killing them the same way as before. That is art. Her name was Mary Harris. Nineteen years old. Strangled. 19:23 exactly. My hands are already around … Continue reading Time Travel Inc. – The Murder Artist

Time Travel Inc. – Valentine’s Day

It speeds things up nicely when you can’t bring your clothes to a tryst. We fall, spent, back onto the bed. It is impossible to describe the feeling of sheets that do not move beneath you but, she feels the same. “I never understand why more people don’t use it for this.” She says through heavy breaths. “That’s easy. People, for the most part, are … Continue reading Time Travel Inc. – Valentine’s Day

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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 … Continue reading Knowing Too Much and Nothing at All

Roy Orbison Smiles and Raphael’s Pudgy Hipster

I have always walked left out of my apartment. The grocery store is left. The subway is left. The center is left. If I had a girlfriend I’m sure I’d have to go left to find her. Today I went right. Down along the canal, I smoked cigarettes and listened to the greatest hits of Roy Orbison. The sun is out for the third time … Continue reading Roy Orbison Smiles and Raphael’s Pudgy Hipster