James Pyles's Blog, page 216
February 7, 2017
On Tuesday the Time Traveler Saw Red
I’m back. It’s a place that’s not exactly a place, and a time that’s not exactly a time. I have an idea what this all means, but I could be dead wrong. This is where I left them, the passengers and crew of the ill-fated Flight G-AGLX originating from the U.K., and most recently departed […]
February 6, 2017
Ill-Gotten Treasure
“This is junk, Sydney.” “You’re an idiot Jerry. It’s treasure, not junk. You know how much these old bottles and trinkets are worth on eBay?” “A buck ninety-five?” “How did I get such a lunkhead for a brother?” Sydney regarded her twin with disdain. “Okay, If you say they’re worth big bucks, they’re worth big […]
On Monday the Time Traveler Took Off
Martin Fields knew time travel was dangerous, but not necessarily annoying. Their take off from the Negombo RAF Station, Colombo had been delayed two hours because of some problem with the Avro 691 Lancastrian One’s radio equipment. Finally, they’d gotten the problem worked out and the five crew, five passenger converted bomber was in the […]
February 5, 2017
On Sunday the Time Traveler Stayed Home
Martin Fields, time traveler in training, was finally given his first solo assignment. Normally on Sundays, he stayed in his apartment, forgot about showering, dressed in his most grubby clothes, and tried out a new recipe for dinner. Martin loved to cook and he loved to try out new foods. He was in his “Middle-Eastern food” stage […]
February 4, 2017
The Apparition
Nine-year-old Erik Lund quietly crept out of Hammerfest’s historic Hauen Chapel. He never knew his great-grandfather and didn’t understand why people were upset at his death. Bored with the service, he went outside to play in the snow-covered cemetary. That’s when the man in the old-fashioned uniform appeared. “You must not be here. Go back inside.” […]
On Saturday the Time Traveler Went Hungry
Stalin is an asshole. I couldn’t believe it when Isis told me about this. It never came up in my High School World History class. It’s March 1933 on a farm, or what’s left of one, in the Ukraine. Her parents, her baby brother are dead. They starved. That sadistic bastard Josef Stalin wanted to […]
February 3, 2017
On Friday the Time Traveler Slept Late
Martin’s eyes snapped open the second his alarm clock announced itself with nerve-jarring buzzing. “Yah! What time is it? Oh shit, I’m late for…” Then he remembered that he didn’t have to be at the office by 8 a.m. today or ever again. He didn’t work in publishing anymore. He was a time traveler in […]
February 2, 2017
On Thursday the Time Traveler Walked Out
“I quit. I don’t care about the money. I don’t care about anything. You’re going to get me killed.” Martin Fields removed the Temporal Jump Suit and threw each piece on the floor of his bedroom rather than packing it in its customized carrying case. “That idiot in Las Vegas almost shot me.” Isis stood […]
February 1, 2017
On Wednesday the Time Traveler Got Wet
“Damn!” It was the only word Martin Fields could get out before falling into the Pacific Ocean near the equator, north of what would one day be called Papua New Guinea, and thousands of years before he was born. As his head resurfaced above the equatorial waters, he heard her say, “Try again, Martin.” Before […]
Exclusion
“George Phillip Meadows, you have been found guilty of Betrayal of Trust, Neglect, and Excessive Absenteeism. Your sentence is set at ninety days of exclusion. Do you have anything to say before sentence is carried out?” “No, Your Honor. I accept the sentence.” Without another word, George picked up his suitcase and walked out […]
