Here's another short story that I wrote on hiatis. It is a multichapter, but a very short one. I'm expecting two or three chapters. And no, it's not connected to any of my other stories. Reviews = :D ! Hope you enjoy!
Kowalski switched on the lamp with his shaking hand and messily ripped out a few pieces of paper from his clipboard. He tore open every one of his wooden drawers until he found a ballpoint pen, not even bothering to close the boxes that strewed supplies everywhere. The scientist quickly wiped away the tears in his eyes and sat down to write, trying not to think about what had happened in the battlefield earlier that day. There was no time to waste. But where to start?
Kowalski remembered the first time he had used time travel to get to the boy. His team mate had asked if he was living in a cottage in Nova Scottia, happily with a wife, a child, and another on the way. But no. As much as the scientist wished otherwise, in the future, his young comrade was dead.
Dear Private,
Kowalski started to write, but did a face palm and scribbled it out again. How stupid am I? He wasn't Private back then, he was... The scientist stopped in his tracks. When was he planning on delivering it? He quickly decided on the time and restarted the letter, hunched over in the dim lab.
Dear Mr. Tux,
I am sending this letter as a warning. This may sound a bit farfetched, but I am writing this to you from the future. Proof? I know that today you quit mini golf because you won at the cost of a little girl's ice cream. I know that now you're looking into a new future in New York, where you plan on enrolling into the army. I beg of you, do not join the army. I am one of your future team mates, and something terrible happens. Let's just say that I shouldn't be here anymore, but I am. You're not.
The scientist paused to wipe away the hot tears running down his face. He tried to block away the scene that was so clear in his mind's eye, the image that flashed at him with every breath he took. The image of Private jumping out and taking a bullet for him. Kowalski shook his head, ignoring his blurred vision and tight throat, and continued. He had to finish this. For Private. It was the only way he might be able to save the boy.
So please, if you're reading this, do NOT join the army. It's been an honor working side by side with you, but I'd much rather have you find your happy ending in Nova Scottia.
Warmest regards,
Kowalski
