Time Travelling Author
By Craig Wilson
A friend and I are chilling out in a new trendy art café.
The place is packed – it was lucky we found a table.
My friend reckons that I am indeed a time traveller.
I find his theory amusing, and I just smile and nod.
Then my friend shows me some really old photographs.
Yet, the old author bears an uncanny resemblance to me.
That is not all: This old author even uses my pen-name.
Even I begin to question if this author is really another
me.
However, my alarm goes off, and my dream prematurely
ends.
The End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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