I ran my fingers across the old stone wall, expecting it to feel cold, but it was surprisingly warm from it’s sunny disposition, and Summer had been unusually clement this year.
I studied the castle. It was a little over renovated to my taste. Not a brick out of place and the lawn was immaculate, probably mowed by hand. The castle buildings were in better shape than they’d ever been.
I moved to the rendezvous point. A wooden bench beside some sort of wooden catapult. It was almost time.
I placed my briefcase beside me on the bench and waited.
There was no loud pop, no flash of light. A young woman appeared beside me on the bench.
She looked surprised and a little disorientated.
She appraised my attire, perfectly appropriate for this epoch.
“Early 21st century?” she enquired.
“Can you give me a 300 year boost?”
“Which way are you travelling today?” I asked.
“I’m going back.”
I took a device from my briefcase.
“That’ll be 200K credits.”
She nodded, took it and spoke into it softly.
“Authorisation : Debit 200K : Backwards activate.”
Then she was gone.
I checked my schedule.
Only 5 more today.
Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge curated by Al Forbes. Thanks Al. This week’s photo prompt is © A Mixed Bag 2012