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Accident at Kitty Hawk
By Justin Murphy
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Not rated by the Author.
A time traveler collides with The Wright Brothers' plane in 1903.
Michael’s time machine spun out of control, it went decades beyond his destination. He noticed the year was designated '1903' , and the next thing he knew, he fell from the sky. A loud clunk sounded and he looked around to see what he just hit. The fall now went a lot faster. Michael had no idea what was about to happen. All he knew was he about to crash down and there was nothing he could do about it.
'Orville, Wilbur! Oh my god!'
He laid on the ground with a man who stood over him and two pilot who lay there dead. Michael tried to remember the names Orville and Wilbur and why they sounded so familiar. He looked at the vintage airplane he and his time machine wrecked. Then it occurred to him, but it could not be true . Or could it? Did he just kill Orville and Wilbur Wright? It was not possible, or at least he did not think it was.
'Who are you?'
The guy asked him this and he got to his feet. He started to walk away, not understanding what he just did. Michael was now being chased by a guy, one who was most likely dead in his own time. He just killed the two greatest inventors of the twentieth century. There was way to know how he now altered the course of time and history. His time machine was in shambles. Michael had no way to get back. Above all, he had no way of knowing how to live in such a primitive time.
After he hid behind a tree, the man still looked for him. Yet he was not noticed and he watched the guy go back over to The Wright Brothers’ bodies and the wreckage. He saw this as his opportunity to escape and noticed an empty motorized carriage in the middle of a dirt road. Michael snuck onto the carriage and started up the motor. Off he went and after several miles, he now left Kitty Hawk, where this accident just altered the course of history.
Once he passed several more towns, he noticed a sign read 'Now Entering New Bern' . He noticed a pharmacy while he pulled up. There was an ad for Pepsi, yet it did not have the Pepsi logo he and others were familiar with for so many years. A poster read ' Pepsi-Cola. Exhilarating, Invigorating, Aids Digestion.' Michael looked up at the sign at top of the pharmacy, it read 'Bradham Drug Company' . He stopped the motor on the carriage and got off.
Michael walked into the pharmacy and read the sign where it said Pepsi was a dime. Of course he had a dime to spare, so he paid the guy over the counter. He noticed something a bit strange about the guy. Years ago, he was told by his grandfather about a pharmacist who invented Pespsi in the early nineteen hundred in North Carolina. This could not have been him, Michael did not think it was possible. He was handed in the Pepsi in a glass and took a sip.
Looking through the window, he saw one of those old nickelodeon theaters he always heard about from this time. He walked out of the pharmacy and raised his glass with a nod to thank the guy at the counter. Michael set his sights on the nickelodeon and checked his pocket to see if he had a nickel. Sure enough, he did. The marquee advertised The Great Train Robbery, the first well known film to tell a story. Michael figured he would give it a shot.
He paid fore his ticket and walked inside. Michael looked around and was surprised at how small the theater was. Just handful of people, unlike the big crowds of the multiplexes he went to. The theater was also small, almost the size of a postage stamp. He sat down and watched the film. The organist played in the background and he thought it meshed so well with the movie. From the robbers attacking the guy at the train station to the actual robbery itself. Then there was the escape.
After he watched the moviegoers scream when they got to their feet, he noticed they then laughed. Michael noticed the final shot of the film, one of the robbers shooting a gun at the screen. It was a good way to end the movie and he came away with a smile. Michael moved through the doors and then both the hallway and the lobby. He then walked out the theater where he noticed a stange man. Next thing he knew, the guy pulled out a gun and shot him three times.
'That was for Wilbur and Orville!'
Blood came out of him and he slid down the wall of the old nickelodeon with people huddled around him. It dawned on Michael this guy who spotted him after his time machine crashed into The Wright Brothers’ plane. There was no way for him to explain it was an accident. Nor could he ever go back home. His rolled back in his head with no of ever knowing those who loved him. He would never have been born. Michael died, altering and fading into history with no way anyone knew he existed.
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