Two Guys from the Future
by Terry Bisson
Two guys from the future show up in an art gallery (to “salvage the works of art of
your posteriors” because “no shit is fixing to hang loose any someday now.”) where
they meet a security-guard-cum-artist and her boss, Mimsy.
“We are two guys from the future.”
“Yeah, right. Now get the hell out of here!”
“Don’t shoot! Is that a gun?”
That gave me pause; it was a flashlight.
“Two Guys from the Future” by Terry Bisson, Omni, August 1992.