Eccentric billionaire Randolph Houston was making the adjustments on the temporal transfer device at the bottom of Arizona’s Grand Canyon as his fourth wife, 26-year-old Paulette watched.
“Why not wait for that expert, what’s his name?”
“Carlos Bradley, and he’s late.” The aging scientist continued his adjustments.
“What is he? A geologist, paleontologist, archaeologist?”
“All, which was why I hired him. By attaching the TTD to strata here in the canyon, I can travel back to the formation’s origins 2.5 billion years ago.
“How do you know what you’ll find?”
“Bradley, if he had been on time, was to tell me.”
“You’re going now?”
“The battery will only last fifteen minutes. Tempus fugit.” The 75-year-old flipped a switch and vanished.
Carlos arrived and passionately embraced Paulette.
“You’re sure he’s never coming back.”
“My dear, 2.5 billion years ago, there was almost no oxygen in the atmosphere. He would have died in seconds.”
I wrote this for the What Pegman Saw challenge. The idea is to use a Google Maps image/location as the prompt for crafting a piece of flash fiction no more than 150 words long. My word count is 150.
Today, the Pegman takes us to Grand Canyon, Arizona, which I’ve visited many times. I looked up the history of the Grand Canyon and found that “nearly two billion years of Earth’s geological history have been exposed as the Colorado River and its tributaries cut their channels through layer after layer of rock.”
I looked up what was going on about 2.5 billion years ago, and found out, among other things, that there was hardly any oxygen in the atmosphere. Too bad Randolph didn’t do his homework.
To read other tales based on the prompt, visit InLinkz.com.