The almost velvet smooth grass was heaven compared to the uncomfortable waiting chair. Elliott laid there for a few more seconds, then got up. "It's the 1940s. White picket fences, perfect grass, beautiful houses, and people dressed like people in the 1940s." he mumbled to himself.
He wasn't dressed like them. It would be suspicious. The least he could do was zip up his orange jacket. Elliott walked up to a woman who had a good vibe to her.
"What.. Year is it?"
"Well, it's the 1940s! And what are you doing here, all by yourself?"
Elliott's excuse slipped out of his mouth. "Uhm, well I'm doing chores for a neighbor o-of yours!" the woman bought the excuse.
"Well, you better hurry along!"
Elliott ran towards the edge of town. The sign said, 'NEIGHBORHOOD OF DREAMS' along with 'POPULATION: 50' painted poorly on the bottom of the weathered sign.
"Well, time to travel again.. Hope I don't die!" he cheerfully said to himself.
Elliott pushed the button, then the portal opens. He is more cautious of it now, getting on the ground, and pushed himself in.
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Time Is Cluttered
Science FictionA boy figures out the secret to time travel that stumped a secret organization! But how will he use it to his advantage...
