About The Author
D. R. Prescott has written a novel, a collection of short stories, a nonfiction book, a collection of essays, planetarium show/display scripts, two family histories, technical articles and business plans as well as written for and edited several newsletters.
Awards and published work include Writers' Journal, Long Story Short, Taj Mahal Review literary journal, The Orange County Register, Writer's Digest, and Writing.com and four books among other challenges.
As a former aerospace executive and planetarium program director, Prescott currently writes and explores life in Orange, California.
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O R D E R   T O D A Y !
This is Terrible.
by D. R. Prescott

         “This is terrible.” Agnes-Past moaned, covering her face with her hands.

         “No, it’s not. It’s great. Henry did it! That lousy bum! I just left him standing down there in the future wondering where his machine went. Or, should that be when? Anyhow, it might make him wish he had treated us better in both realities. Is he here now?” Agnes-Future asked.

         “No. Mr. Wonderful is in town.” Agnes-Past peeked through her fingers at herself. She had gotten past the initial disbelief. She noticed crows-feet at the corners of her other self’s eyes. Good grief, time is nasty. Wondering just how old this future self was, she asked, “When did you leave him?”

         “Fifteen years from now.”

         “You mean I’ve got fifteen years to put up with him?”

         “Not necessarily.” Agnes-Future said, with a twinkle in her eye. The expression made her appear even older and a bit grotesque bathed in the illumination shooting up through the cellar’s bulkhead.

         “What do you mean?”

         “I’ve studied my butt off. That idiot was working on time travel, you know. No you don’t know yet. Wait, you do now because I just told you. It’s really cool. He may be a real horse’s derrière but he’s smart, real smart. You see, we live in a multiverse. A guy named Duetsch wrote about reality a couple of years ago, your time. You need to read it. I read it about six months from your now to find out what Henry was up to down there. Anyhow, Henry, my Henry, got his virtual-reality time machine working! So, I stole it and came to help you, me, avoid fifteen years of Henry's abuse. It’s already done in my universe. Can’t do anything about that.”

         “How’re you going to help me?” Agnes-Past asked, warming to the idea.

         “All we have to do is make sure he can’t build it here and now, jump into the one in the basement and we’re out of here! He won’t even see it coming. I know exactly what to do. Everything is here now. So, we douse the basement in gasoline, never liked this old drafty place anyway. We strike a match, jump in and go else-when.”

         “Wait, I read somewhere that if you go back to the past you might screw up your own future, maybe even erase yourself or something like that.” Agnes-Past was unsure.

         “That’s called a paradox. Doesn’t work that way. You need a good dose of Deutsch. When we decide do it and go, we create a new universe. It’s weird but there is no paradox.”

         “I guess since you are me and an older, hopefully wiser me, I have to believe you. Let’s do it!” She began to snicker. Agnes-Future and Agnes-Past scurried down the steps into the cellar giggling. At the bottom of the steps, they stopped and gasped.

         “Going somewhere, my dears?” Henry sat in the time machine laughing. He winked and, suddenly, disappeared.

         “This is terrible!” Agnes-Past groaned.

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