The force spits me out into free air, causing me to momentarily fall and harshly land on my butt.
“Ouch-”
After a moment of waiting - for anything worse to happen - I dare to open my eyes.
Zain is next to me, bending down and extending his hand for me to grab.
“Thank you, Alice.”
“No- fucking what?!”
I want to ignore everything, block out all the colors and the vicinity and also the fact that Zain isn’t in black and white anymore.
“Are you fucking shitting me?!” I call over the square plaza I landed on.
I am in London.
In 1924.
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To Catch A Mishap | a time travel story ©
Short Story2024 or rather 1924? When Alice comes home one night and finds a static image on her TV, she also finds a mysterious yet elegantly dressed man in her living room. Zain seems as if he jumped right out of the set of a black-and-white movie from the ea...
