I can barely see them inside because of the glare on the window, but they all look like ordinary people. Ordinary people getting on with their lives, unlike me. In the window, the reflection reveals the plane behind me, the luggage carts, the main terminal, everything out here except my own rather ordinary face. You see, I don’t have one yet.
I’m an inventor, Dr. Ernest Pratt (no relation to the actor). I had (or will have) a research lab on the grounds of the Albany International Air and Spaceport. My company “Superluminal” is trying to develop a faster-than-light drive. I was the only one in the lab sometime past 2 a.m. when it happened; the accident. One minute, I was trying a new lattice configuration, and the next I was looking at an airplane that Charles Lindbergh should have been flying.
A newspaper told me it was June 15, 1928. It was still the Albany Airport, but a hundred years ago.
I’m invisible and immaterial. My theory is that if I stay sane and catch up with present time, I’ll have a body again. I’ve made it ninety years so far. Another ten and I’ll have it made…I hope.
I wrote this for Week #28 of the Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner writing challenge hosted by Roger Shipp. The idea is to use the image at the top as the inspiration for crafting a piece of flash fiction no more than 200 words long. My word count is 198.
I forgot about the word count limit as I was writing, so I was most of the way through a longer story when I realized it wasn’t going to fit the challenge. I’ll publish it later and put a link to it here if you’re interested in more of the details of Ernest’s woes.
Anyway, I looked up the The world’s 10 oldest airports and found that Albany International Airport best suited my needs. According to that site:
The first airmail operations at the airport began in June 1928, while passenger services began in October of the same year. The airport witnessed the movement of 180 passengers in 1929 and now handles over 2.5 million passengers per annum.
Above, I’ve included the photo of an old mail plane from that era for reference.
To read other stories based on the prompt, visit InLinkz.com.
I’m seeing more participation this week, but it’s not to late to write and contribute a story for Roger’s Linkup.
For a longer version of this tale, read Waiting for Time to Pass (Expanded Version).
8 thoughts on “Waiting for Time to Pass”
Fascinating James. Your mind works in wonderful ways.
Thank you, Michael.
Superb! Looks like a century has some significance. Parameters of research would all have changed.
Well, by the time he gets back to his present, only a moment or so will have passed everyone else, but the inventor would have acquired a hundred years of experience.
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That sounds great!
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Superb! Time waits for no man except the writer of tall tales … even better when based in truth. Nicely done the man.