Welcome to a piece of Wednesday Word’s flash fiction on Darkling Dreams!
A good friend of mine, P.T. Wyant, is doing a blog post every Wednesday called Wednesday Words with a new prompt for a bit of flash fiction writing, just to get in the habit of writing something, anything. (Even if said flash fiction is complete garbage at the time. Garbage is better than nothing though, right?) If you’re looking for some inspiration yourself or just something to aimlessly write, then go check out her blog for this week’s prompt!
With that being said, I am going to share what I came up with for this week’s flash fiction Shard based off a three word combination prompt. So here is my very rough around the edges minute of inspiration based off her prompt. I’d love to hear what you guys think of it!
(Please excuse any errors you may see, I said it was rough around the edges.)
Time After Time
The trilling sound of a whistle rang shrilly through the air. A loud, blaring sound cut through his senses, followed by nails on a chalkboard squealing and screeching. He turned his head just in time to see the massive rectangle on wheels barreling down on him. Terror gripped him and he threw his hands up in a desperate attempt to shield himself.
Its flat face came within inches of smashing into him before the screeching stopped with a puff of dispelled air and the smell of burning rubber.
“Get the fuck out of the middle of the road, foreigner!”
Henry lowered his arms and peeked one eye open to find the metal beast looming over him. What was a fuck? Was it a thing he needed to move? A sharp burst of sound from the machine made him jump.
“Get out of the road! Are you trying to get yourself killed, you dumb moron?! Move!”
His gaze flicked to the angry person leaning out a window of one of the other, smaller metal things, shaking a fist and yelling at him. He straightened his dress jacket and glanced back to the mechanical beast in front of him, then hurried out of the road. Another metal beast came to a grinding halt as he hurried past, bumping into him lightly. He stumbled, holding his hands up.
“Sorry, sorry,” he tried to apologize to the disgruntled driver, moving past again and making it to the sidewalk where the rest of the pedestrians were hurrying along. He caught a couple strange gazes as he leaned back on a building, looking upwards at the towering skyscrapers in awe. He had never seen something so tall, so magnificent!
Everything here was beyond what he could have ever imagined on his own. Time travel was truly remarkable. He wasn’t quite sure where to look first. There were so many different people, of different color too! Astounding! Then there were these towering buildings, and metal beasts zipping along. Flashing lights and signs. And the noise! My Gods the noise!
It was overbearing, and incredible the types of sounds this futuristic new world managed to produce. He could hear music down the way, the many sounds of the people, dogs barking and cats yowling in response from an alleyway. Then there was the screeching and honking from the metal machines on the road, and those coming from some of the signs or from inside propped open doors to shops.
Remarkable! It was truly remarkable the world he had visited.
“Pardon me, madam?” he asked, reaching out to a passerby.
The woman yanked away from his touch, hitching her shoulder bag further up on her arm and gripping it tight. A stern, wary gaze traveled up and down his person. “You’re wearing some odd clothing, dude. What’d you do? Fall right out of the colonial days?”
Henry blinked. “Well, actually, I have. But might you be so kind as to tell me what year this is?”
The look she gave him might as well have been that of someone who saw four heads sitting on his shoulders instead of one. He could have sworn her heard her mutter something along the lines of “bat shit crazy freak” but he couldn’t be certain.
“Pardon?” What was bat shit crazy anyway?
“Look. Weirdo. Why don’t you run along back wherever you came from before you get yourself killed by running into the street without watching your step. Though you wouldn’t be the first crazy lunatic to do so.” She flipped bright pink hair over her shoulder and turned, walking away before he could stop her.
Henry watched with a combination of bafflement and amazement. Such bright hair! He wondered if it grew in that color. Never before had he seen something so bright, and so pink. He glanced around again, then found a bench not far away, wandering over to sit down. The other patron seated upon it gave him a sneered glance before getting up and walking away, babbling into a little rectangular device held up to his ear. He dismissed the person — though he was curious what the device had been — and pulled out a miniature tattered book from his vest pocket. Flipping through it he glanced over the pages filled with details and notes of the years he had visited, the places even.
A wistful smile pulled at his face. It was like watching mankind and the world grow and evolve, all in one lifetime. He stopped on the next blank page, glancing up to look at a flashing sign on a building that read PNC Bank. The screen showed the weather, then an advertisement for a strange product called a tampon, then to his luck it showed the time. Or, more importantly, it showed the date. He smiled more.
“Hello, 2017. You are quite astounding indeed.”
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