By Jandee Song
They think they’re being sneaky, but they’re so clumsy I can’t help but notice. For instance, the one in his fifties, ducking behind a car across the street. Until now they’ve been older—seniors. Will I make a breakthrough in a nearer future to move my schedule forward?
I step through the security gate, making sure it’s locked. I spot another one—early seventies, with a camera—hiding around the corner like a little rascal. Hoping to capture the moment of my breakthrough?
Bloody tourists. They’re like groupies, these future versions of me. Don’t I accomplish anything after inventing time travel?
Funny reflection on time travel.
I think the paradoxes of time travel are always fun to play with and I enjoyed this story.
I enjoyed this and the vision it conjured of all these inept versions of his future self creeping around. Good fun!