The Lone Musician
Chapter 16 – Time Machine
Lazul awoke from her time capsule in the year 20XX. Her watch was broken. Her eyes were completely out of focus. She rubbed them with her left had and felt her back with the other. It was as thought she was fifty years older. Her breasts felt small and pruned, as if they had been soaked in water for far too long.
Lazul had turned into an old woman.
Dante. Dante was with her last. Where was he?
She squinted, her eyesight obviously bad from her new age. Strangely, this did not upset her. She was unusually calm, clearly from the narcotics that she had been administered.
"Miss Lazul, you should not be out of your time machine," said a loud, familiar baritone. She muttered to herself nonsensically. Time machine? What was this hoo-hah?
"Miss Lazul, please return to your time machine," repeated the voice.
"Artichoke! Lamborghini! Coincidental rape victim!" she shouted, raising a tiny wrinkled fist in defiance to her captor. The voice quit patronizing her. She knew she could take of herself. Suddenly, she felt very tired, and collapsed in a wrinkled heap on the cold, metal floor of her.
"Time machine..." she whispered, as a snow globe rolled out her fingers, crashing to the floor. A single tear rolled down her old cheek. The euthanization process was complete.
Time machine.
TIME MACHINE.
TIEM MACHEEN.
