… At the best of times it’s a thin barrier between tranquility and chaos. Today the chaos was at bay. Professor Stallings had chosen not to watch the news this fine spring morning. He had instead made a carafe of coffee and taken it out to the garden. The coffee and the book he was reading had put him in a good mood, even the cat had come out and found a small patch of sunshine to curl up in. It was warm without a cloud in the sky and barest breath of a breeze. He felt perfectly content, hygge, that’s what the Norwegians called it. More was the pity, because it wouldn’t last. He had to get back to rewriting his notes on cold fusion. He could reproduce his results and was in line for a Nobel prize. This one thing of all the discoveries he’d made could change mankind, but he hated rewriting notes. He’d rather stay in the garden and enjoy the day, but that too would not last. Soon it would become hot and humid. If he could just capture this moment and be able to savor it.
Maybe he could, he had an invention tucked away in his garage that he’d never told any one about. He felt it was too dangerous, so it just kept it to himself. He’d only used it that one time as a test and it worked perfectly. He was thinking of the time machine. He could have another hour of this uninterrupted bliss, all he had to do was use the time machine. He’d made up his mind and went to the garage and threw back the canvas cover. Setting the dial for one hour into the past. What harm could come of that?
At the best of times it’s a thin barrier between tranquility and chaos. Today the chaos was at bay. Professor Stallings had chosen not to watch the news this fine spring morning. He had instead made a carafe of coffee and taken it out to the garden. The coffee and the book he was reading had put him in a good mood, even the cat had come out and found a small patch of sunshine to curl up in. It was warm without a cloud in the sky and barest breath of a breeze. He felt perfectly content, hygge, that’s what the Norwegians called it. More was the pity, because it wouldn’t last. He had to get back to rewriting his notes on cold fusion. He could reproduce his results and was in line for a Nobel prize. This one thing of all the discoveries he’d made could change mankind, but he hated rewriting notes. He’d rather stay in the garden and enjoy the day, but that too would not last. Soon it would become hot and humid. If he could just capture this moment and be able to savor it.
Maybe he could, he had an invention tucked away in his garage that he’d never told any one about. He felt it was too dangerous, so it just kept it to himself. He’d only used it that one time as a test and it worked perfectly. He was thinking of the time machine. He could have another hour of this uninterrupted bliss, all he had to do was use the time machine. He’d made up his mind and went to the garage and threw back the canvas cover. Setting the dial for one hour into the past. What harm could come of that?
At the best of times it’s a thin barrier between tranquility and chaos. Today the chaos was at bay…
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