Flash Fiction: Master of Time

He takes the pocket watch from me. “You’ve no hope of winning, I’m a master of time. Without this Tempus, you’re just a writer.”

We lock eyes. He hasn’t seen the 300 Spartans I brought back with me yet, flanking him with George Washington riding a T-Rex.

 

 

 

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  1. I am already imagining how this reality bending writer went about building a relationship with these spartans, who were likely meant to kill him when the bad guy left him wherever he was… Or, uh, I mean to say. Awesome post.
    Washington was probably already his friend. Maybe everyone thought he was dead too!
    Okay. Now I’m done.

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