Monday Flash Fic: The Trip

11069424_363676540486106_8965254556150922784_nI adjusted the knife-edge crease in my neatly cuffed pants. “What do you think? Will I fit in?”

Carol pursed her lips and walked around me slowly, looking at every detail. That was her job, but it always made me uncomfortable.

“The shoes are right. Ugly, but right. The pants… a little tight in the ass.” She patted one butt cheek. “No worries.” She smiled evilly. “You won’t be there long enough for anyone to notice.” She pawed my hair. “It should be shorter, and where’s the hat? The well-dressed man always wore a Fedora.”

“Forgot it in my apartment. Sorry.”

“That won’t do. Sloppy, Mars. Sloppy.” She finished circling and tapped the com wrapped around her wrist. “Someone go to Mars’s place and fetch the Fedora–” She glanced up. “Where is it?”

“Table by the door.”

She relayed the location and returned to studying me, weight on one hip, tapping a long red fingernail against her teeth. “It’s winter where you’re going, and it’ll be cold. Not that it will matter much. In and out.” She pointed at the chairs. “Sit. Final run-through.”

It was warm in the anteroom; the time inversion machine put out a lot of heat. I removed my suit jacket.

Carol squawked instantly. “What the hell! That tattoo… no. Only the worst kind of ruffian sketched on their skin in 1943. You’ll have to stop by Cosmetic and have it covered for the trip.” She consulted her paperwork. “Why wasn’t that mentioned? Mistakes like that can jeopardize the entire project.” Glancing at the time, she made an impatient sound. “They’ll have to come here.” She tapped her com again.

Embarrassed, I sat, crossed one leg over the other knee, and gripped the ankle with one hand. Within minutes, a thin young man with a protruding Adam’s apple appeared, swinging a box of tools from one slender hand. Carol told him what was required, and my tattoo vanished under a layer of fake skin that would remain in place until I returned.

When we were alone again, she said, “You’ll have six hours. Go to the address we’ve given you. Find the bomb and fix it. Three people were involved in this plot, and somehow they didn’t get it right. Idiots. They would have saved the world a lot of grief and ended the war that much earlier if they had.”

“You want it to go off,” I said. We’d been over this again and again.

She nodded. “Think of all the people you’ll save.”

Someone rushed in with my hat. Carol set it on my head. “You look handsome.”

I put on the suit jacket and faced her. “I’m ready.” There was a chance I would die. I was prepared for that.

She smiled, and I noticed a smear of lipstick on her upper teeth. “Go, then. Kill him. When you return… a party.”

__________

Hitler died in an explosion on March 21, 1943. It changed everything.

I never made it back.

 

Word count: 493 

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18 Responses to Monday Flash Fic: The Trip

  1. Helena Stone says:

    Oh. WOW. If ever there was a case of now I need more, this is it. How did everything change? Why didn’t he make it back? What happened when his tattoo became visible in that time. I’m completely and utterly intrigued. Love it.

    • There’s always a danger when you time travel that you’ll change history. Killing Hitler changed history. He couldn’t return to his time because it no longer existed. Sad, eh?

  2. suze294 says:

    Loved it!

  3. Ohhh… I thought he died in the same explosion. Awesome, Theo. Really, really, clever.

    • 🙂 I actually did research on this one. Can you believe it? But there were two attempts made to kill Hitler in March of 1943, so the date in the fic is correct, only in my take, it worked. Heh. Also, those shoes and the cuffed pants. Tracking down the era those were popular pointed me in the right direction: the forties.

      All of that for a short flash fic. 🙂

  4. Allison says:

    Love it! Although I disagree rather vehemently with Carol about the shoes. 🙂

    I’m going to have to have Kevin read this one since he minored in history in college and has followed WWII quite closely as a personal interest. I think he’ll enjoy it!

  5. Wow; great post. I love how you worked that line of story. Especially that you made it tie in to an actual event.

  6. ludwigcarol5 says:

    Holy wow! Is there no end to your talent? Very well done Theo. Way to leave us wanting more.

  7. Patricia says:

    I loved it and the twist. WWII is my special favorite era. Play the forties’ music all the time as I drive…Fedoras……cuffed trousers. Great story. Guess we can’t persuade you to go further?

  8. Lindsaysf says:

    Goose bumps!!! Interesting question – could any traveler back in time come back to his own time?

  9. valjo44 says:

    So that begs the question….why bother going back to change history if you cease to exist? You existed In your time so whatever happened in the past was meant to happen as it did…….

    😊I’ve been watching too much Star Trek Voyager…….they were always breaking the Temporal Prime Directive and “causing” causality loops!!!!!!

    I love what you can do with 500 words or less!

  10. A.M.B. says:

    I’d love to read more of this!

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