MIDWEEK FICTION: Chronoleap

     “Greetings, Human of 2026.”

     “Hi.  This is, um, 2025, by the way.”

     “This does not matter for our purposes.  I seek the one you call Liz Vrbcka.”

     “That’s the second office on your left when you go out this door.”

     “I must kill her so her unborn daughter does not imperil the foundation of the Free Imperial State.  Do not try to stop me.”

     “I owe her twenty bucks from the March Madness pool, so feel free.”

     “The emperor will remember your assistance, Human.”

     “I can take a check or…in a hurry, huh.”

     “Rodney?”

     “Hey. Liz.  Someone was just….”

     “I’m leaving early.  I’m dozing off at my desk.”

     “That kind of day.”

     “I was dreaming this big robot guy came into the office and said he had to kill me.  But when he raised this big silver thing, he disappeared.”

     “Nasty thing, time loops.”

     “What?”

     “Go home and have a bowl of Froot Loops.  That usually wakes me up.”

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