PHOTO PROMPT © Lori Wilson
Todd’s hands were trembling and fear twisted in his gut. The café wasn’t right, even though it said “Route 66” on the sign.
“You weren’t here back then,” he muttered to himself. He shivered but not just because it was cold.
Todd sat at one of the outside picnic tables. Maybe if he closed his eyes and wished hard enough… But the only thing that happened was the waitress asking if he wanted a menu.
After his coffee came and she left, he took a sip and waited to die. The past was gone and he was going with it.
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