It wasn’t meant to happen.
One minute, the device was working fine on the quayside, and in the next… poof! Gone! The device… the quayside… the walkway… the helter-skelter at the edge… the people…
The sign is still there, the one about the currents… only it’s further inland than it used to be… and me, I’m still here… thanks to my temporal shock outfit.
The area is now covered in long grass, which is an improvement to the way how things used to be, with the pot-holed concrete car park. That’s a point… the cars have gone as well. And the buildings behind me. The whole area is now grass… surely the device imploding wouldn’t have made everything disappear apart from me, the sign and the grass. Very odd.
There isn’t even a sign they were all ever here… apart from the sign, that is.
I touched the sign when the machine started screeching… and the sudden ‘pop’ noise was odd when it exploded. It was like the start of an explosion that just stopped.
I’d better call the office and let them know what’s hap – oh! No mobile signal. That was full strength before. The device definitely wouldn’t have caused that.
And what’s that over on the horizon? It looks like a…
It is! A viking long boat. But why’s that here today? There isn’t a history regatta on today… today… ah. Everything hasn’t disappeared.
I have.
I’ve gone back in time.
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