© Jellico’s Stationhouse
“Johnson, apply more power. I think an image is forming in the Temporalscope.”
“I see it too, Reynolds. Applying power.” Henry Johnson slowly pushed the lever up a bit more. Screaming transformers almost deafened them.
“There it is. It’s just a shadow. but…”
“You’re right, Reynolds. It’s a picture from another time.”
“Counters are settling in, Johnson…twelve years into the future.”
The video projection destabilized before Emmett Reynolds recognized the man about to mount the 1907 RaCycle Pace Maker was his currently ten-year-old son, He almost had proof that little Charles would survive his severe case of diphtheria.
I wrote this in response to the Friday Fictioneers Photo Writing Challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The idea is to use the photo above as a prompt to write a piece of flash fiction no more than 100 words long. Mine came in at 97. It was an excuse to indulge myself in another time travel, or rather, time imaging story with a hopefully unpredictable twist.
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Dear James,
Nice thing for a father to know.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Indeed, Rochelle. Thanks.
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That’s a very comforting thing to know. It would be great if there was the ability but equally, how distressing if the news was negative.
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Exactly, Michael. I think in real life, it’s better not to know the future, at least one’s personal future.
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I love this. From the steam-punky experiment to the moving and optimistic father-son drama.
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The expectation is that advanced technology exists only in the past, but I wanted a couple of 19th century innovators to have the edge for once. Steampunk. I might have to try my hand at a more focused story along those lines.
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