I was back in the lab, hopefully close to when I left. The floor was swept, the furniture dusted, and the broom exactly where I had left it.
I was back. I took the small time machine and placed it in my palm. It was still as pretty as the first time I saw it. I threw it against the wall and it crumbled to the ground. I then left the lab and never went back.
Maybe I had an odd dream, maybe I didn't set the roots for that Porcelain Museum of the future, maybe I didn't try to stop the Eloi from communism, but what ever the answer is I will never know.
1995
"Lenny is there anything inside?" The foreman of the reconstruction of Richmond project asked.
"Nothing besides some flowers." Lenny said. He held out his hand, and three flowers sat there. He crumbled them in is hand and let the remains float away in the air.
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The Time Machine: The Narrator's Journey
Science FictionBased on the 1895 novel by H.G. Wells, The Time Machine: The Narrator's Journey takes place 50 years after The Time Machine. The Narrator from the first book has waited many years for the Time Traveller to return. He'd visit the old laboratory every...
