Compiled microfictions from the 39th week of 2021.

She lifts its handset. “It works?”

“Sam, you Devil!” she smiles. “The usual?”

I’ve taught them Handel.

“It’s boom or bust time now, me droogs!”

“Older than its star,” she answers.

“Time travel?” “It’s limited: My future consciousness displaced to my body in the past,” she says.