#shortystory

Behind the open gate, parallel lines of traction cut across from the grassy field and tangled their way up the scarred the mountain. Vehicles deepened the ruts each time they meandered toward the peak.

Smoke billowed from my wrecked time machine. I sat there, mad at myself. Mad that I was stuck in 1483. Mad that I lost my anchor to get back. All I wanted to do was go back in time and see my family’s