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Back to the Time

One-Way Street
by Ben Huberman
Congrats! You’re the owner of a new time machine. The catch? It comes in two models, each traveling one way only: the past OR the future. Which do you choose, and why?


Back to the time when I was a child
My fate won’t change
The way it was ordained

It won’t accept me the way I am now

The future is scary realms way beyond
Exploring with a tired heart

I have no wish to go


See you

Daily Prompt: Pick Your Gadget
Your local electronic store has just started selling time machines, anywhere doors, and invisibility helmets. You can only afford one. Which of these do you buy?

I wanted to buy the invisibility helmet. I can go out for walking alone in the evenings. Then I remembered mother. I lost my mother when I was five. There was a sudden hankering in my heart to go and see her. There now I have got myself a time machine.

I step into the machine. I strap the watch to my left wrist, take a long breath, and press the button, “Go.”

I have landed in the courtyard of father’s ancestral home.

Everyone is there (they are dead now). I cross over to mother. I hug her and kiss her face, all the while tears are streaming down my face. She is perplexed at a total stranger (that’s me), who is crying.

She makes me sit, and brings me a glass of water. I drink it, and try to calm myself.

She is not perturbed at the sight of a total stranger. In her days you could enter anyone’s house, and would be welcomed.

I catch sight of my three year old self. I am enchanted by my younger cute, self. So that’s how I looked.

I gaze at my mother longingly, wanting to go on hugging and kissing her. Probably she will freak out. She doesn’t realize who I am. She is questioning me. I tell her I have come from a far away place. I am trying to think of a plausible story, other than a time machine, cause I know she won’t understand.

Nothing comes to mind. I should have thought over it beforehand.

My aunt Zareen comes nearer. She asks me who I am. I am stuttering a sort of reply. At this moment my watch flashes red, telling me to press the return button. I am confused as to whether I should stay, or not.

No one will believe me if I decide to stay. I take a last look at mother, and press the button.

I am back to where I am.

See You