Of the Future... Part Seven...
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Of the Future...
7...
Jackie Tyler stopped her eldest grandson from stampeding down the hall by grabbing the back of his jumper and holding on tight.
“Where's your Dad?” She asked the breathless boy.
“Building a time machine.” Alexander coughed.
“Again?!” Jackie rolled her eyes, “What happened to the last one?”
“The eighth one?”
“The sixth!”
Alexander grinned. “Floating somewhere in the time vortex. The seventh exploded, that’s why Martha got expelled.”
“And the eighth?”
“I don’t know,” He shrugged, “It just sort of disappeared.”
Jackie eyed him suspiciously. “What were you running from?”
Alexander took a step in the direction he’d been running in and grinned. “The ninth.”
Finis
‘The place where optimism most flourishes is the lunatic asylum’
-Havelock Ellis
‘Whenever I hear, ‘It can’t be done,’ I know I’m close to success’
-Michael Flatley