• Time Inn, Revised Draft

  • Ted

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    [Third or fourth draft. Dropped one story line and hopefully tightened the two remaining. Criticism/comments welcome.]

    Tonight, Marcy is serving a table with a Fae, a shapeshifted dragon, and Thor. She spins her hand in a circle to signal they want another round. I turn and start pouring their orders. Thor’s already a couple of horns deep in the storied past. It’s all snow and sea, fire and conquest for him. The Fae keeps mixing it up: shots of dangerous pasts and drafts of alternate futures. The dragon is drinking Starbirth, my oldest vintage. I stack them on a tray for Marcy. If they keep on like this, they’re going to get rowdy later, but they always pay for the damage. Usually, it’s the dragon who ends up paying. I suppose it’s the one with the hoard.

    When I finish pouring, I turn back as the door swings open. Out of the dark steps a vaguely humanoid character with bluish glow. “What would you like, friend? I got time by the glass or in a bottle.”

    The stranger stands, looking at me, apparently confused.

    “Look, it’s not that hard. This is the Time Inn. I got people trying to buy time or just borrow it. A desperate few even show up looking to sell it.”

    “You are please understanding,” he says, “From a non-entropic universe I am. This is my first experience with ‘time’. I will have two bottles.”

    “First time, so to speak.”

    “I am replying, ‘yes’. Sorry, did I already say that? This linearity is very difficult to keep of track.”

    “Tell you what. I’ll give you a glass of forwards and one of back. Drink this one now, then the second one should return you.”

    “Like being ‘there’ and then ‘here’. Space my universe has, but no time. I am here or there, depending on where I wish to be.”

    “Sounds about right.”

    “Thank you.” He drains the first glass and pops like a blue bubble.

    “Now look here!” shouts Thor. I look over at the group. They’re getting loud. Immortals get kind of weird, if you pour enough years into them. “Of course, I know more about time than you lot. I’ve got a whole day named after me.”

    “On one planet, and a backwater at that,” replies the tall dark Fae. “No day named for a buffoon like you in Faery, that’s for sure.”

    Thor’s eyes narrow and he glances down at his hammer. “Not just me. My mother and father, as well. So have some respect.”

    “It’s unfortunate the humans don’t appreciate your brother the same way. There really ought to be a Loki’s-day,” says the dragon quietly. That’s going to do it.

    Thor’s chair slides backwards as he stands up. “You dare mention that scoundrel?”

    “I am Draco. I am written in the stars. I do not dare anything.” Fire crackles, forming wings behind his shoulders.

    Lightning sparks as Thor squints. I slide out from behind the bar, carrying my persuader. It’s a little something Hephaestus made for me, out of a branch from the first tree. It’s indestructible and handy for straightening out just about anyone.

    Marcy steps between them and pushes Thor back into his chair. “That’s enough. Be nice or be gone, I don’t care. I don’t need this crap from any of you. I got other customers to take care of, too.” They’re all quiet, stunned. She starts collecting the empty glasses and putting them on her tray. “Draco, you got gold for all this? Or are you having another round?”

    Before anyone speaks, the air flashes blue and something drops onto the table. The blue humanoid rolls off the edge of the table, sending the Fae scrambling.

    “Well, that was certainly something,” he says while standing up. “I am back here, or I suppose, now. I shall bring some friends to experience this in the future, or the past.”

    He’s catching on to this time thing pretty quickly.

  • Ted

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    June 23, 2021 at 5:30 am
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    Some changes to the last few paragraphs

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    Before anyone speaks, the air flashes blue and something drops onto the table. The blue humanoid rolls off the edge of the table, into the Fae’s lap and sends them both sprawling. “Oberon’s twiggy beard!” he shouts while scrambling to his feet.

    “Well, that was certainly something,” says the blue creature as he stands. “I am back here, or I suppose, now. I shall bring some friends to experience this in the future, or the past.”

    He’s catching on to this time thing pretty quickly.

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