My brother and I were time traveling. Visiting our parents, but most often our father at different points in time. We traveled within a period of just several years in the near future, and though it was in the future, I was younger in the dream than I am in real life. There was a bad man following us, time traveling to find us, and we had to hide from him in cabins, large public restrooms, in closets. Our father was helping us escape. The bad man was barefoot and had lost his shirt. His torso was streaked with dirt and blood. There was no doubt that if he caught us, he would kill us.
He almost got me once. I was going through a large women’s bathroom with my dad. We were looking in the stalls, making sure no one was hiding, and securing the area before getting some rest. It wasn’t safe to sleep because this man could come through a window at any time. I guess if he was time traveling, he could appear in the middle of a secured room, but it was safer to check the hiding places and hope for the best. My dad started at the right end of the line of stalls, and I started at the left, each of us banging the stall doors inward to make sure they were empty. When I got to the middle, a door banged to a stop after only inches. Someone was hiding inside, and it was the man. I made a low guttural scream of effort as I tried to slam the stall door into him, but before I could tell what might happen I was sucked out again into the time continuum.
We knew that if we made it to December 2nd, we would survive.
Posted by allison at June 6, 2005 03:11 PMThere wasn't enough sex in this story.
Posted by: Z at June 8, 2005 08:35 AMThat's because 3 of the other 4 characters are related to me. No thanks.
Posted by: a at June 9, 2005 10:43 AMYou don't have a brother though.
Posted by: Peter at December 9, 2005 01:52 PM