“Time travel works like a ride, all about momentum. We set the chosen time as your center point, you see that perfectly. Everything towards the edges …”
The tech shrugged but George was unconcerned.
“Remember the rules, no touchy, no changey, don’t slow down.”
With that George was off, whipping through time and space. His childhood home came into view. He could see his father, hands around the neck of the only man George ever loved.
He had done the math. George knew just how much he could afford to slow and, after all, rules were meant to be broken.
Word Count: 100
For Friday Fictioneers (on a Wednesday!)