Glimpses of the Sun

Time Traveling

      Mr Ambrose's safe was filled with a lot of strange objects. There was some exotic weapenory, some expensive looking jewelery a whole lot of very imprortant coded documents and..well how to put it mindly.. uh..um..a time machine. 

He actually even didn't know it was a time machine. Some beggar just offered him a gold watch in terrible state (and the poor soul even thought he's going to get some money out of it - well I guess it won't surprice you that he didn't get a penny?) and he took it. And put it in a safe. Where innocent secretaries could run into it - such as me while I was looking for some stupid document.

It was typical monday morning, when I was getting shouted at through tiny papers sent through metalic tube .. I got a bit nervous, because the last time I couldn't find a document he threatened me by drowning in the Thames. I want to die by eating too much chocolate, thank you very much.

 At that point I started to pull every file out, franticaly searching. As I was agressively yanking some box on the floor, I noticed the beforementioned watch on the shelf lying there innocently. I took it curiously in my hand and felt funny buzzing energy arising from it. I guess that should have been a warning call..

I was was very fascinated by it. I was so fascinated by it actually, that I didn't notice the cold, dark looming figure in the doorway. I did notice him though, the exact moment when I snapped the watch open and everything dissapeared. That is, everything exept the two of us.

Nothing quickly turned into something and that something was the Empire House.. only in 21th century, the exact year being 2016. How did we find out? Well..

We were in museum for starters. My office was still my office only with a lot of clever signs that said "and that's how the desk looked like in 19th century" or "that is a file" or "be so kind and don't touch anything" and at first I didn't understand what was going on, and neither did he until some strangely looking girl came in with a weird, flat tiny piece of block of metal. With a tiny apple painted on it? And she was pointing with it everywhere and when she spotted us, she said:

 "Ohhhh, that's a new part of the exposition? Victorian era clothing?" Than she came closer to us, observing us like we were some kind of rare exotic bugs she's never seen. She was very good though, didn't even notice the arctic glare delivered by my oh so nice Mr. Ambrose. We were silent because well..I really didn't know what to say and Mr. Ambrose is silent almost all the time, so.

  Than she frowned, pointed at me and said: "But why is your suit so..baggy?"

I wanted to come up with some sassy response that would insult her clothing when I finally noticed what was so strange about her. She had..a ... trousers! And not just normal black ones but they were blue and tight and looked really good!

 My eyes were bulging! I couldn't believe it! After all history of the opression of womanhood when we had to wear those stupid corsets! Finally! I started to ask her about her clothing and suffragism when Mr. Ambrose rudely interupted me and asked: 

"What is the year?" And she looked at him as if he had piece of ice insted of head and then she laughed and said: "Oh my god, you guys are pretty good at it. Okay, okay..I will play along." She grinned and rolled her eyes. "The year is 2016, dear Sirs" 

That knocked some breath out of my lungs, let me tell you. Mr. Ambrose though looked like he knew all along. I was glaring at him fiercely when the girl said: "Ok, maybe some quick selfie before I head out, hm?"

And in that piece of metal I saw my horrified face, Mr. Ambrose's stony glare and her excited face and before I could even say "what the bloody hell" that piece of metal was gone and so was she. Not without mumbling something about "instagrem" or whatever. 

All in all, we had a great time.(.. I mean I had). After I've seen that girl I knew there was hope for us. I knew that suffragism isn't pointless. I've had some doubts, to be honest, but how could I now after all we've seen?! We strolled down around new modern London and okay, the architecture was alright but the most important part were women!

 They were riding around on bicycles, wearing all kinds of clothing, laughing, displaying their bare arms and legs (okay maybe they displayed a bit too much sometimes - I had to cover Mr. Ambroses's shocked eyes) but what the hell, they could do whatever they wanted! I was so deliriously happy that Mr. Ambrose'd decided to ruin my mood by anouncing that we have to go back. He said something about ripping whole universe apart but I stopped listening to him after a while. Because I've noticed that there were girls walking out of University. YAY!

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Finally, we came back to the Empire house and we've noticed something that we couldn't see as we here heading out before. On the left wall, right under the window hung a broad sign that said: "Mr. Rikkard Ambrose - the founder of Ambrose company and his wife Lillian Ambrose - the first female secretary in the world." And underneath it was our picture. I still remember the flame of my burning cheeks as I've read it. Maybe I've imagined it, or maybe not but I swear the god I've seen Mr. Ambrose smile.

Now I'm back in 19th century, slaving again in my office. It doesn't seem that awful to me anymore though. Especially since the day that me and Mr. Ambrose got engaged.