Vacation 2250
Jul 23rd, 2015 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Still a little queasy, she stepped out of the ‘Beach Hut,’ glad the temporal capsule was not constrained to contemporary hygiene amenities.
Feeling vulnerable in her figure-hugging woollen tank suit – despite built-in modesty shorts – she moved to the water’s edge and marvelled at the carefree gambolling of the beachgoers: naive inhabitants of the Interwar Era, taking time off from the trials of the Great Depression.
Her ocular bioscan implant picked him out from the crowd: Tommy.
She grinned at the one-piece swimsuit her great-grandfather wore.
Translucent seawater free of corrosive algae was an emotional revelation.
She hadn’t expected to cry.
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