"You're going back to the 1939 World's Fair in New York." Harry pushed a few buttons on the control panel before turning to Jim and Ann. "Remember, you'll have thirty minutes before your cloaking device wears off. Be at the vehicle before then, so you can return to good old 2074." "Yes, sir," Jim said.… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday: Time Travelers
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