What with COVID I've written no new time travel stories.

There's the overt danger of infecting the past, and radically changing history. However here's a pre-Virus story from last Fall.

"There, and Back Again"

I portaled. I set my Dark Matter pocket watch to random. July, 9th 1962. A newsstand proclaims Telstar. The very first Com-sat. Jumped a generation earlier. Smoke shadows. Lenox Avenue. The Great Harlem Riots 1935. Shimmered. August 8th 1959 1:26 pm Jones Beach Long Island. I see my mother walking my toddler sister Sylvia by the shore.

Neon blur.

The South Tower is collapsing down upon me. Shimmer,...Beaver Street lower Manhattan 1866. Freedmen coming, and going in their first months of Freedom.

...and again.

Home. My home my 'hood my digs.

Winter 2068 CE. Warm humid. People dressed for summer.

The shore of the Hudson closer.

At last I set my Dark Matter watch for Central Park.

Just south of the Bridge. October 16th 4:02pm 1956~CE.

I come here often.

Temporal mechanics being as it is I never meet myself.

There's peace in this time in these few acres. The climate not yet visibly changed. A chill in the air the colors at peak.

In my base time of 2019 it would still be warm with no colors whatever. In this "when" gents in fedora's women in skirts children in cowgirl, and cowboy outfits. I remember I had one too.

Wind color clouds.

All here enjoy the peace of not knowing what's coming, and little of what's already happened. I sat on a 1956 park bench dressed for 2019. Yet as always in New York getting no notice.

I slept.