1. Kitty Time Travels


    Date: 5/22/2016, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Poppet, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories

    up here? Not that I even know what here is. That doesn't even matter, it is clearly summer time, though the last thing I recall it was winter. And where are my parents? Are they okay? Am I okay? I am losing my mind! “Hey, I'm Ryan. Don't mind the cop. He likes to be a jerk, he thinks it makes him look cool or something. He's probably seen too many Bruce Willis movies. I mean, come on now, it is 2015, give it a rest, right? The last one flopped so badly, people should have been paid to go see it.” Did I just hear him right? 2015, how is that even possible? Is this all a prank? It can't be 2015, it is 1954. If I were in 2015, I'd be ninety something years old. This is absurd. “You know what, I'm already having a bad enough day without someone trying to pull my leg. How can it possibly be 2015? If you're some kind of crazy, just go be crazy elsewhere.” I'm angry now, the police officer was rude enough, now I have some loony trying to tell me it is another year. As if I've time traveled through space and time and wound up seventies years in the future. “I'm sorry. I'm just trying to help. I was going to offer you this water. I just bought it and thought you looked like you needed it more than I do. As for the year, lady, it has been 2015 for six months now. You might as well get used to it. No going back now.” He doesn't lose his cool, he states his facts calmly, not fazed at my rudeness towards him. He hands my his water, and I can't help but take it. I crack open the seal and ...
    drink the whole thing down. It feels like it has been ages since I've had anything to drink. My mother would kill me if she knew I had taken anything from a stranger. “I'm truly sorry for being rude. I've been in a car accident. But that doesn't change the year. It is 1954, and it is not June, it is December 28th, 1954.” “That was some car accident, to send you forward about seven decades. Look around you, does it look like it is the fifties. We're sitting in Central Park, the best place in New York city and it just so happens to be the prettiest days this year so far." His outlook on everything is so causal. Not in the lazy, I don't give fiddlesticks about life way, but positive way, go with the flow mindset. It makes me feel like I can trust him. He is warm, this gentle kind of soul, but one who looks like he can handle himself, if he had to. Tall and lanky, his legs go on forever. He has his ankles crossed, leaning back on the bench, with his arms folded across him, simply soaking in the day. “Do you always just come waltzing up to people and talk so comfortably with them, as if you've known them all your life?” “Hmm, no, not always. Just when I think their pretty and in need of help, I suppose. I like to help people.” “You like the damsel in distress kind of girl, do you?” “Actually, not really. I mean, if she's in distress, and needs help, I'll help. But I like a girl who can hold her own too, ya know?” “I can hold my own, as you put it. Though I do need help. Firstly ...
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