By Karen Heslop
I run my fingers over its smooth, white surface before pushing the button to open the cubicle-sized time bubble. The black suede seat cushions my aching bones. As always, I select the old hymn ‘Sweet Hour of Prayer’ to fill the chilled air, while I nibble on the sweet potato pudding the cubicle has perfected.
As the song’s crescendo builds, I remember my late grandmother’s emotion-laden voice each time she sang it in church and my chest clenches.
An upcoming upgrade will be able to import visuals from our minds. I’ll like that. My grandmother and I standing still in time.
An engaging portrait of our possible future, Karen. One where the professor’s Way Back Machine is a moving picture of our lives.
Liked the atmosphere of melancholy running through this story. Really liked it.
I find it hard to write flash sci-fi because I want to explain too much about the new technology or whatnot. You did a great job of putting the sci fi feel in 101 words and still leaving space to make me care about the characters and not just the technology. I am very jealous. ? Well done.
Wonderful, poignant scifi short. Loved it!
Superb atmosphere!