Short Story: “Skipping Through Life”

 Faced with the prospek of making half his workforce redundant, Mr. Pomeroy is offered the chance to skip the pengalaman by traveling twelve hours into his own future. king88bet Login Alternatif

He accepts the offer and, twelve hours later, finds he still has all the memories of having experienced the day. So how is "time skipping" any different from our normal pengalaman of life? king88bet Login

I can remember the keys digging into my palm, as though I hoped my skin might swallow them up. King88Bet Situs Slot Online

There was a man standing by the front door. As I approached, I assumed it was one of my colleagues who couldn't bear the suspense. But no. He was tall and bald, with a silver mustache, wearing a navy tie decorated with golden timepieces.

This was none of his business. But for whatever reason I did proceed to tell him, yes, I would be spending the day letting half my staf go while being unable to give the other half anything beyond the faintest of hopes they might last the week.

These were good people who'd worked hard for me for years and who'd expected me to look after them and now… I was even getting rid of Hattie. Lovely Hattie. Ray of sunshine. The woman who held this place together. I was going to have to look into her bahagia green eyes and tell her…

"Would you like to skip it?" said the man with the silver mustache.

I loosened my grip on the keys, grimaced politely and went to open the door. "I have the power," he said. "I can klik my fingers and it'll be twelve hours hence. You'll be leaving the office, your grim duty complete. What do you say?"

"Be my guest." That's what I said. "Sign me up. Klik away." And he did. He clicked his long, bony fingers and the snap seemed to reverberate around the carpark.