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July 28, 2018
Mystery Stories Roger Ley

The Wheel Fiddle

The melody drifted across the garden as she was picking fruit to make a summer pudding. She put down her basket, wiped the sweat from her forehead and walked around to the front of the cottage. The man stood waiting at her garden gate, he raised his cap. He…
July 28, 2018
Flash Fiction Rekha Viswanathan

Pills and Capsules

I wake up to a crisp, clear and sunny morning. The fresh coffee smell beside my bed tempts me. One long sip of the coffee and my senses kick in! I have a long day ahead. At least that's what the papers at the foot of my bed say. Glancing at the paper I see…
July 28, 2018
Crime Stories Stephen A Murray

Russia,Russia,Russia.

There existed in Russia a small group of intelligence operatives left over from the KGB. They are known as Sputniks. From Wikipedia: "Sputnik was the first artificial Earth satellite. The Soviet Union launched it into an elliptical low Earth orbit on October…
July 28, 2018
General Stories Paul Anobile

A Portrait of Slam Bang City

I was hired to paint the portrait of a billionaire who founded a small city twenty years ago in a ghost town he purchased in Arizona. Danny O’Keefe, professional wrestling promoter and executive, convinced a number of investors to build a fourteen-thousand…
July 28, 2018
Science Fiction Stories Majoki

The Deadest Generation

Sergeant Taylor always checked us thoroughly before sending us in: regulation uniform, backpacks, anti-ballistic helmets, Kevlar vests, and, of course, your gun. You couldn’t go anywhere in this place and be safe without your gun. Sergeant Taylor was strict…
July 28, 2018
General Stories J.B.Stevens

Dead Camel

The improvised explosive popped off to the convoy’s left. The armored black Suburban Neil drove muffled the sound to a dull thud. The blast seemed smaller than normal. “Anyone hurt?” the medic, Luiz, called across the radio. The team members, in four matching…
July 28, 2018
Romance Stories Jerry Hogan

He'll Ask Me To Dance Again

Jay I’m Jay, and I have never been to the My Time Dance Studio before tonight. As I entered, the interior projected a garish 1930s Art Deco motif. Greenish, glow-in-the-dark, semilucent plastic tubing wrapped around the hand railings separating one sitting…
July 28, 2018
General Stories Jim Bartlett

The Comebacker

Cornstalk stretches forward, the look almost as if he’s about to fall headfirst off the mound, saved only by the slapping of his left hand to his knee. He locks eyes with his catcher, then lets his gaze wander down just below his glove for the sign. Uncle…
July 28, 2018
Crime Stories Susan C. Nigra

Never Kill The Author

Oh My God! What’s happening? This has never happened before. I am cornered, trapped, boxed in with no safe way out. There has always been a way out before, miraculous last minute saves. I think back to how I got here and I remember I was assigned this case as…
July 28, 2018
Crime Stories Thomas Schmidt

The Streets of Camden

Saturday night was cold and wet. Mike Joseph walked cautiously down Norris Street on his way to the Whitman Park Field, a large green space inside the depressed neighborhood. Propositioned twice by street walkers, he kept moving while shifting his head from…
July 13, 2018
Mystery Stories Rekha Viswanathan

The Enchanted Woods

The boys are on a trip. A trip into the woods. Accompanied by their family they trudge along a narrow path, a route that had obviously been traced by human footsteps, a trail that had been trodden many a time. They walk cautiously, startled by the snap of a…
July 13, 2018
Flash Fiction Carl Perrin

What Could go Wrong

If you plan every detail carefully, nothing can go wrong. I believed that when I was a teenager. Like the time Billy Long and I decided to make our own beer. Once in a while we used to steal a couple of Billy’s father’s beers, but we were always afraid we…

 

 

To me, the Battle of Hastings was adrenalin, the Harappan valley was music, and early Roman architecture was inspiration. As far back as I could remember, history was my first love. Science was a distant second. But science paid a lot more.

 

Although money wasn’t the reason that I signed up for six long years in this lab. Photophysical time travel was exciting – and illegal. Laws against science ought to be surprising, but depressingly it has always been the norm - nuclear, stem cell, AI sentience.... the list is too long and too sad.

 

They said stick with photonic travel. Those white suits can keep staring into the viewer till their eyes pop, yet never know what a Thebian aulos sounded like or what a Mongol bow felt like. Viewing was not enough for me.

 

I always knew this was a one way trip. Away from here; before here. I could not think of lifetime better spent than exploring Neolithic Europe. Gear to protect me back there was simple enough to take. The rest of it was difficult. Theoretically the machine needed a four-hundred Exajoule reactor along with a team of engineers working round the clock. It wasn’t easy hiding work from prying scientific eyes.

 

So, well, I didn’t end up in the upper Neolithic. When I came to, I saw me in the lab peering over the machine as I remembered doing four days ago. I was off by a few thousand years is one way to put it.

 

I hadn’t considered this scenario, which in retrospect sounds like a dumb thing to do. But we’re all allowed one of those. If he corrected the machine because he saw me, I wouldn’t exist here for him to correct the machine. Causality is a bitch. So I decided to slink away, wait four days and go in again. Four days were enough to figure out why I screwed up the first time round.

 

I guess I forgot how I paranoid I was in the days leading up to the jump. Even before he could see who I was, he raised his weapon. Time, ironically, was the one thing I did not have at that point. I shot before he could.

 

Thinking about it now, if he had killed me, he might have probably done something to prevent my (his) death. Oh well, could’ve, should’ve. I took his place once I realized that I wasn’t going to disappear. Causality doesn’t work that way. It was when I started to tweak the machine that I realized that the universe manages it more subtly. I hate history; I always have.

 

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Bio: I was born in India and grew up on a staple diet of science fiction. I have not published fiction (yet), but have extensively published in the areas technology and business. This includes publications and interviews in Consulting Magazine, CIO Update, Search CIO, Outsourcing Magazine, PC Today, CIO Decisions and a number of other avenues.

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