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Time Slip Escapade
A short story that begins mid-breath
— daylight arrived later than expected. He’d thought it was his clocks at first but had he actually hit his head?
No lump though and no gap in his memory. That left only one option, and it wasn’t one he relished to consider.
To test his suspicions was risky. If proven true it would set all previous paranoia aside. He clicked on his broad-spectrum radio and sent a ping. When no reply was forthcoming immediately, then he knew. He had become unrooted in time.
In the distance he could hear the call of his nation’s mortal enemy, {ogres}, searching for him, confirming that he still hadn’t actually escaped.
Wards that stuck him to reality further might not actually help. Some slippage would come in handy if those {ogres} got too close. He packed up his map, winding his clock to help track the chronology.
Bad luck he’d stumbled across them in the first place. Even worse luck when the bubble aerated, and now they were all broken off in the same volume.
Yep, a small bit of localized slippage would come in handy, he thought, shouldering his backpack, letting himself sway as the pack’s straps unrolled, the material density shifting as he did a sweep of the ground for anything that might’ve jumped from his…
