My Time Machine Ran Out of AA’s

“Bryan,” I whispered, “Listen. I’m not supposed to do this but, well, I’m you’re father, Bryan, and I’m dying.” Bryan shifted in his king-size bed. “I wanted to see how you turned out. You turned out great. I’m proud of you, Bryan.”

Outside, the front door of the time machine wouldn’t open when I jiggled the handle. I tried the remote but the keys wouldn’t light up.

“Bryan,” I said and nudged his shoulder with my hand. “This is a dream, Bryan, and the only way out is to give me some batteries,” I said.

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Title by: Stickler17
Story by: Nick

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