Infatuation Predication prelude
Chapter 1
prelude
"Barb, Honey... He wont even remember this, wouldn't it be more fun for him if we just stayed here made some holographs and sprayed a cake?" Lloyd questioned as he pulled the shiny metallic plastic card from his wallet.
"Come On Lloyd it will be Great!. You, me, little Phil, and Shakespeare himself in the renaissance period celebrating Philly's birthday with one of his magnificent plays " barb said clasping her hands together and staring full of awe into space with her vision of Phil's perfect first birthday glowing in her mind.
Lloyd grunted "No one understands the man honey he's a crazy old loon."
"I'm going to dismiss the fact that you just called the worlds greatest playwright crazy...TWICE!. please Lloyd be reasonable you can have his second birthday for your laser squash dreams.
"Fine" He sighed and waved the card in front of the scanner. "Ready to go?"
Barbs face lit up as she pried Phil's tiny hands from the crevices on tire of the disguised time machine.
16 years later....or rather 220 years previous
"By golly I think I've done it!"
I couldn't help but roll my eyes. It was impolite for this century, but this was getting ridiculous. It was November 12th 1901, my 17th birthday and every single year starting 16 years and 3 days ago when our trip to the renaissance was stalled due to a bit of...carriage trouble?.
Milliseconds later Pim burst into the barn suitcases in palm...It has always frightened me the way she pops in out of no where. For years I searched restlessly for the answer to her speedy appearances but then it occurred to me. I was suffice with not knowing and it was the safest survival path guaranteed.
"Come on Daddy-o Blow this Joint" She hollered bounding up the steps.
I struggled to contain my chuckle I knew it was no laughing matter and that our safe stay in this century depended on us going about unnoticed and that much more talk like that and our cover would be blown, but the fair haired girl my parents swear is my sister was mildly amusing, not that I would ever show the slightest approval of that behavior for I knew that it would only feed the flame.
"What is with all the shouting?" My mother asks walking in just in time to see the time machine door crash close.
"Father claims he's finally fixed the wretched old time machine." I bite my tongue refraining from voicing my further thoughts on the matter
Lloyd crawled out from beneath the Time machine a satisfied grin smeared across his oil stained face his teeth reflecting the setting sun. He floated over spun my mother around kissed her cheek before pulling her up the 'RV' steps. I stood my ground bringing my arms up and folding them slowly across my chest. The engine made a hiccup sound before starting up. I wasn't convinced it had done this once before on my sixth, eighth and twelfth birthdays. I waited assuming to hear the engine fail as it had done so many times before.
30 seconds passed....
...A minute ..
...two minutes...
my arms fell slowly to my sides a smile forming on the tip of my lips.
...Three minutes....
My father stepped down the steps hanging his head out the window in my direction.
"You coming Phil?"
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Numbers danced around in my head as they weaved in and out of the Technicolor tunnel orbiting on the screen the large screen at the front of the machine. ...1910.....1915....1920...
"How much Further will the journey continue?" I ask leaning my head gingerly against the dusty rest.
1930....1935...1940...
"5 minutes and It's home sweet home." my mother sung cheerfully from her chair rubbing her hands together anxiously."
1960...1968....1980
I turn to Lloyd.
"It's speeding up" I'm not sure if I meant for it to be a question of a statement.
1990...1998...2000...
A crash came from beneath the time machine. The rv took on a ceasing pattern rocking us and the other contents back and forth.
2002..2004...2006...2007
"DAD?" Pim screeched her fingers turning white from her grip on the arm rest.
...2008.
The Engine sputtered and hissed as the screen flashed and faded to black. We had come to a complete stop. Nobody moved...No said anything...
A cloud of smoke tickled my nose and throat as it danced joyfully around me to the prelude of Happy Birthday ringing in my ears.
Authors Note: well here I am again with yet another story entitled infatuation predication and chapter 1 is prelude. So for the curious It seems only fair that I take a little time to explain the titles. If you have the definitions it's pretty simple.
Infatuation- A foolish, unreasoning, or extravagant passion or attraction
Predication- To proclaim assert, or declare a statement or action .
Prelude- a piece that precedes a more important movement
So basically....
Story title- Foolish love deceleration.
Chapter title- The beginning
