Wednesday 13 November 2019

The Time Traveller


It's a very fogy day no one is on the streets I can barely see anything lucky there is one light.  and all of a sudden a man is yelling at me asking what year it is. He was wearing a big jacket gumboots, hat and I big sack with a clock in it. I sprint away from him. I see him walking away. I think to my self "do I go follow him or do I go home"  I am going to follow him. I go to talk to him and he asks what year it is again? I say it 1973. 
He gets the clock out of his sack. He puts the clock on the ground. Boom. He's gone. I am going back home.

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