Pick your gadget #DailyPost #WritersWednesday

Your local electronics store has just started selling time machines, anywhere doors, and invisibility helmets. You can only afford one. Which of these do you buy, and why?

Anywhere door


“Really, I don’t know what you would do with a time machine!” she said, laughing, “even without one, you creep back on the past all the time… As for the future… On the other hand, an anywhere door offers some interesting possibilities, just imagine getting back into that old house, you know the one, where we met the ghost, and uncovered that precious manuscript from Gert from the Well: a treasure! As for the invisibility thing, I find it creepy, don’t you?”

I reflected for a little while. I did not need an invisibility thing. I’m an ace stealthy person , when I need to. And she’s right about the time machine (also, so dangerous, imagine being stuck in the time of George W. Bush’s presidency!) Yes, definitely the door gadget. Almost the ideal tool for us, thieves and occasional assassins…

#DailyPrompt: One-Way Street (long eye-lashes and claws)

Remedios VaroYou are calm and composed, after all, it’s a choice for me, you will be watching.

“It’s simple,” you repeat, “one way you may want to avoid me, or at least try to hide, the other, you have a small chance that I may have forgotten about you…”

Vengeance, as they used to say, is better enjoyed cold. And you are the goddess of retribution, and I am the villain, hoping to escape, hoping to get away, still believing I can hide… Am I?

On the chessboard, there is very little left, a choice of two, one way, or the other, so I look at you, as you observe me, behind those long eyelashes. The truth is that I do not really want to escape, for I’d rather die in your claws than rot in a coward’s hell.

So I beg you, my Nemesis, to tell me which way to jump.

Image: Remedios Varo

#FiveSentenceFiction: Time

AphroditeHe looked back at his footprints on the sand, soon the tide would erase his track, how beautiful this island was in the falling light, he thought.

The beach appeared empty, the only sounds the melody of the tide and the gulls’ s cries, and the wind.

His next thought was that he had failed: they do say that a time machine can’t work, against the laws of physics, the second law of thermodynamics, entropy, quantum energy…

A change in air pressure made him stop, his heart suddenly pounding, slowly he turned round…

She was there, standing tall, naked, her golden hair reflecting the moon light, the body of a goddess, a triumphant smile on her lips, a vision of splendour and divinity, her profile as ancient as the earth, Aphrodite…