It said, 'touch the screen for information,' so I did, and I immediately regretted it. A thin, pixelated hand appeared through the screen and dragged me inside. I tried to scream but it caught in my throat and I nearly choked instead. I don't know what I was expecting, a mess of wires and circuit boards I think, however, what I expected, is not what I saw. I was standing in the middle of a town square, a very old looking town square. Not the modern facade I was used to. No one was about, no sight of whom the hand belonged to. Just a market placed that was all but empty except for myself and a car that was left running, all four doors open. I looked down and realised that I was no longer in the boots that I loved so much, or my favourite faded jeans, not even my vest top or cardigan. I was wearing a long elegant grey Victorian dress. In fact, this whole place looked Victorian, that was except for the car.
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Short Story[In Edit] Summer train journey's. What better inspiration for a collection of shorts stories. The concept for this book was birthed on a train but has continued to flourish long after the train left the tracks. From April to September 2016 I had to...
