QUINN MINUTE: Anytime, Anyplace, chapter 1

by Rix Quinn

I left my office job early last Thursday to beat the freeway rush. As I walked to my parking garage, an old man staggered into me.

Old is an understatement. This guy’s face looked grayer than a storm cloud, and he smelled like Essence of Vomit. I said, “Excuse me,” and tried to walk away, but he blocked my path.

“I’ve seen you before,” he said. “You gave me five bucks last week.” I did remember, because he asked me to buy him a burger from a food truck.

“Son,” he said, “I pay my debts. You saved my life that day, and now I am going to save yours.” With that, he placed a silver signet ring in my hand. The image on its face looked like a ghost.

“Any time you want to time-travel, get into a small space alone. Put the ring on, close your eyes, and name the place and time. This is real.”

I am a skeptic, but I couldn’t wait to get home. I went into our bathroom, and put the ring on.

What will happen? Join us again next week.

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