They told us not to go. Nobody listened. Passports in hand we stepped through. The world slid by, a nauseating colored ribbon. We returned, irrevocably marked with the stamp of our own mortality.
This post was made in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend Trifextra prompt, in which the editors asked us for a 33-word time travel story.
I just realized we were supposed to title this with the year/date. The thing is, it’s different for everyone who takes my trip! I originally called this “Vertigo,” and don’t want to change the link on the Trifecta page. New title is underlined above.