Thursday, 3 October 2013

So many Empires so little Time

 wrong empire




Monsieur Garlan liked the curls of a modern man - leave powdered wigs to lawyers, he thought.

His night shirt ballooned as perfume told him she was near. But on opening his eyes, he stopped, confused at the rifle.

His world suddenly went dark.‘Stop! I specifically ordered a time-jaunt, circa  France Empire.’

In the control room, Tom sighed, Holovid was so much easier.
 









3 comments:

  1. @Jingle PoetryThanks you, it has the possibility of a longer story

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  2. Wow! I guess he never saw that coming, and the odor of gunfire will quickly remove the perfume from the air.

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