Nothing is ever as easy as it looks. My mind fills with… realization.
I sit in a pint sized chair. My favorite Tonka truck in my hand. I’m way too old for this. I survey the place. First memories were here. Betty, Kiel, Suzie, Joe and Miss Miller. I’m at Castle Day Care. I started fifty years in the future. The toys, books, walls and people are all the same.
We’re surrounding a black and white tv. Mr Peabody and his boy Sherman.
“Oh no! It can’t be! Just can’t be!” I yell. My hands throws the truck across the room.
I stare into the eyes of an angry Miss Miller. She wants answers. She wants them now!
How do I explain that I will invent the Way Back Machine. I’m four outside, decades older inside. The building will become condos at the time I travel here.
“Miss Miller, you got to believe me! I will invent a Way Back Machine! Really!” Hotels words grin a little kid.
“Sherman, today we are going back fifty years. We will see the start of the War to End All Wars! ” fron the tv, Mr Peabody sets the machine for 1912.
“No! No! I’m the one from fifty years in the future! ” I plead to both the tv and Miss Miller.
“Someone’s going to the corner or nap time!” Miss Miller demands. “When you are ready to tell me the truth, then we will talk! ”
My nightmare begins.
Written as part of a weekly challenge called Flash Fiction for the Purposeful practitioners, https://rogershipp.wordpress.com/2016/02/26/flash-fiction-for-the-purposeful-practitioner-week-9-2016/