Flash Fiction: Travelers

Clovis points parted as the tribe’s elderly matron, Fallen Star, approached the captured astronaut.

“Colonel?”

“Doctor… Ames?”

“I was, fifty years ago.”

“But, I entered the rift only five seconds behind—”

“Inverse time dilation. Welcome to the Neolithic.”

 

 

 

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