The Backwards-in-time-and-awfully-long-distance machine, referred to affectionally as Bitaald by my worthy companion, Sir Clifford Edge, had been playing up lately and I know not what the cause is, and if I, Professor Barthélémy Bartolomie, doesn’t know, I’d like to meet the one who does!
Take yesterday. I’d set the dials for a brief sojourn on the South coast in last Summer’s heatwave, on the request of Sir Cliff who’s been feeling the cold. Off we went but almost immediately the air-conditioning started playing up, much to the disgruntlement of my friend. Then, bang!, we appeared to have arrived.
Eager to see the sea, Sir Cliff wiped away some of the condensation brought on by the air-conditioning. To his utter dismay, he found we had barely managed to get beyond the end of the driveway. Worse still, the calendar gauges indicated it was only last Thursday afternoon and, worst of all, the barometers predicted rain.
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, Challenge #182.
It’s called Steampunk no.1 for want of a title. I had the inspiration straightaway but no idea where the Victorian angle sprang from.
This week’s photo prompt provided by Wildverbs. Thank you Wildverbs.
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