Tag: time travel

“And this thing is supposed to talk in hieroglyphics to her?” Cyrus asked, holding the little microphone up to the light.
“Hieroglyphs,” said the Egyptologist. Mister Brown, something? Or was it Green?

Something about the air was off. That was the first thing I noticed. I blinked up to light, slightly too bright, my arms folded over my chest where I lay. I looked down. Why had my bandages been removed? Did it not work? I flexed my fingers. Turned my hands over in front of me….