Wyatt glanced at his watch. “Plane’s late.”
The old man looked only at the sky. “What does it matter?”
He snorted. “Punctuality is important.”
“You have all the time in the world now, Wyatt,” the old man laughed, “you’re dead.”
“Anyway, isn’t it supposed to be a boat? Some kind of canoe maybe? And you with a pole?”
The old man took a moment to feel the sun on his face. “Things change. It’s the way of things. Someday it’ll be a starship, I’ll wager.”
Wyatt snorted. “Probably be late, too.”
The old man laughed softly, “Probably. It probably will.”
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Title by: D.K. Phoenix
Story by: David
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