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Tick Tock

Tick Tock

“Hey! Watch where are you going?”


The man who had pushed his way through him didn’t bother to turn back. He just flicked him a finger as he kept running.


A hand rested on Will’s shoulder and he turned to acknowledge the person it belonged to.


“Now what the fuck do you want?” said Will as he shrugged the strangers hand off his shoulder.

“You manage to piss off people quite easily, don’t you?”


“Look. Whoever you are, I don’t want to buy anything. I just want to quietly wait for my train.”


“Trust me, you do want to hear me out…”


“Look I’m trying to be polite here. I seriously don’t have the time for this.”


The stranger chuckled, “Funny you should say that. For I have all the time in the world. But you’re right. There is no point in talking. You would’ve never believed me in any case. Its better if I just showed you. Look at that clock” He snapped open his umbrella and grabbed Will’s shoulder.


In a flash of a second, they were standing on the road amidst heavy rain.


“What the hell just happened? How did… how did we…get here? You.. you did that? Who are you?”


“You sure want to talk now, don’t you?” Will could tell that the stranger sported an evil grin under the hood of the umbrella as he continued, “As for who I am, the answer is that I am a time lord. In simple terms I control time. And as for how do I do that, well there is no way I can put it that your bean-brain would understand.”


“Where are we?” Will stammered.


“Oh, come on you know this place. You do recognize that watch tower don’t you? The correct question would be when are we? The answer to that is the watch tower there. We haven’t traveled much. In fact, its the same day. Just nine hours after I met you at the station.”


“Why did you bring me here? What do you want from me?”


“Can you see a man lying near those steps? Thats you.”


Will choked on his each word as he uttered, “Me? Why am I lying on the ground? What happened to me?”


“Well, you’re dead of course. Otherwise I would have been to all this trouble for nothing.”


Will was drenched in rain but one could still identify his tears. “How did this happen? How…?”


“You get murdered this day at 8:44 pm”

“So that’s why you came to meet me? So that you can prevent my death?” he looked at the time lord with hopeful eyes. “You can take me to the time I get murdered right? And stop it?”


“Umm. Yes I CAN. Of course. But then, what would be the fun in that?” Will stared at him, open-mouthed in horror. “You see, being a time lord, I am an immortal with an eternity to live for. And when you’ve got all the time in the world, the world gets, well – boring! So here I am to add a little spice to it.”


He snapped the umbrella shut and placed a hand on his shoulder again. They snapped back to the station, will still soaked in water.


The time lord spoke softly this time, “You have till 8:44 in the evening to save yourself, if you can. I’ll be watching.”


“Wait. Who kills me?” Will pleaded.


The time lord snapped his fingers and was gone. His words still lingering behind him, “If not sooner, you’ll find out in another nine hours”


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June 25, 2010 Post Under Flash Fiction - Read More
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The Constant

The Constant

Gregory played with the glowing lights on the panel as Abby studied the bottle on the table.

“How is this supposed to work again?” Abby asked in a trembling voice.

Gregory shook his head and breathed out a sigh, “I’ve told you this, like a million times already. Leave the science to me. You just be prepared to be a part of the most historic moment of mankind.”

“No. I want to understand. Why do we need this bottle of scotch again?”

Gregory put his glasses down and walked to Abby, “Look. The reason time traveling always fails is there are just too many variables. Add to that trouble avoiding getting sucked into inter-dimensional worm holes… what I’m trying to say is there has to be constant involved.”

“Okay” was all Abby could manage, blinking her eyes as his hands clenched on her shoulders.

“I have been unable to perfect the equation so that it could teleport us to specific co-ordinates back in time. Right now, it requires a constant… an object that existed both in the current time and in during the timeline you wish to visit. The bottle is that constant.”

“How old is this bottle?” Abby picked it up to analyze it.

“DO NOT…”, he snatched the bottle back and kept it back on the table, “Do not touch it honey. I know that our family had had this bottle for at least six generations. Now, let me finish my work. In about five more minutes you’ll be witnessing a miracle.”

“Where would we be going. I mean how far back?” squeaked Abby, still not sure what she was getting into.

“We’ll be visiting my great grand father. I’ve been told he was one of the greatest geniuses of his time. As am I. Its always a pleasure to meet a fellow great mind. We all know how rare they are. Right then, I’ll pull this switch and here we go. We’re ready. Go to your spot and do not move.”

They both entered their chambers. As the red light on the panel turned to green, they were gone. Disappeared from the spot they stood.

Hardly a second would have passed by and then they were back.

Abby stormed out of the chamber and threw her purse at the bottle.

“Abby! Calm down. Do not throw anything at the machine.”

“A miracle! Historic moment of mankind, my ass!”, she shouted. “You took me back in time to show me you great grandfather fucking… sorry thats too cheap a word for a genius like you, right. Your great gradfather fornicating with some… some whatever…. what kind of sick pervert are you?”

“Abby… hon, I couldn’t have known.”

“God knows where else the bottle had been in those six generation of yours. The things they were doing with it. Eww… I’m leaving.”

“Abby, wait. I also have my mom’s necklace. She said its atleast a 100 yrs old.” He heard the door shut behind Abby as he stood shouting, “Abby… Abby!”

May 15, 2010suggest Post Under Flash Fiction - Read More
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