The time machine first arrived during the summer. I was outside, mowing the lawn, when it insinuated itself into the shrubbery. The time machine was a tall yellow cylinder, like a can of pop someone had stretched. I remember it smelt like the carpets at my grandmother’s house, which I had crawled across as a…
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An Hour, Maybe Two
It’s coming, hurting things along the way. It throttled Mrs Lanford’s self-esteem,and left her lodger, Nigel, with tortured thoughts.Mr Kumar’s dreams suddenly turned sourand he closed his shop. Rumour is he’s torched it but I’m too afraid to look. My next door neighbour, Sharon, killed her cat;my own stays out of reach. They warned us,…