Friday, 24 May 2013

Fixing The Past

I placed the device onto the desk. The leader of the world looked up quizzically.

“You were expecting a DeLorean?”

He shook his head quickly. “So… you know when we’ve decided to send you?” I nodded, as I began to adjust the device to the right date. As if trying to reassure himself, he kept talking.

“I just… I mean, we won of course, but with so much loss of life…”

I made the final adjustment and then saluted.

“Relax Fuehrer, I will save Hitler’s life. Germany’s victory will come much sooner then.” I said, as I engaged the device.

No comments:

Post a Comment