Pocket Fiction

Time Travel

Published March 13, 2017 in Cartwright - 0 Comments

 

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Cartwright got into his Steel Reserve 211 time machine.

Set the dial for “Random Chaos”.

He was greeted with a quick night stick to the ribs.

A square faced crew cut and a his K9 companion.

“Wake up. What are you doing’ here?”

“Nothin’.”

“No, you’re up to more than nothin’, let’s see some ID.”

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