PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
Time traveling tourist Glinn Tanning staggered into the restaurant dressed in surplus fatigues and dragging a canvas rucksack in his right hand. It contained a couple of canisters of pepper spray and the makings of several Molotov cocktails.
“Where are the protesters?” he complained to the bored looking woman behind the counter.
“We’re closing soon,” she said. “Didn’t you see the sign?”
“Where is everyone? Isn’t this December 1st?”
“It’s the last day in January,” she said. “You’re late.”
He checked his wrist-mounted chromotron. “Damn. Eight years late. I knew I should have had this thing adjusted before I left.
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