Lucas Bale

writer
Short Story

Shades


Every five years on the dot, William Edward McIntyre jumps forward ten years in time. Will doesn’t fully understand the pattern given that this latest jump wasn’t just ten years. And there are other things that he doesn’t understand such as why, after his first jump, he was in a world where his parents had never had a child.
Five years later, on September 1st, 1980, just after midday, I ceased to exist for a second time. There was no flash, no blinding light or thunderouse drama. No perfect sphere of swirling lightning. I just blinked and everything changed. If I remember it right, on September 1st, 1990, which is where I was when I next opened my eyes, it was raining.
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  • Fantasy
  • Definite Time Travel