Assorted Flash Fiction Writings #2
Copyright© 2024 by Chaon
The Time Traveler
Writing prompt:
You look over to your infant child sleeping, then back to the emaciated, battle-scarred time traveler and ask “ my kid caused all that?”
[Warning: Dark ending.]
I still have a look of disbelief on my face as I look back at my infant baby boy sleeping peacefully in his crib.
The claim that he will grow up into the type of person who could rip countries apart and convince millions of people to commit horrific war crimes in his name still echoes in my mind.
‘Not my little William’ I say to myself. There’s just no way that he could grow up like that. I wouldn’t let him because a monster like that would have to be totally devoid of all hint of love and I have loved him from the first instant that I knew he existed in my womb. And for all nine months he grew there, he felt the love I had for him with every beat of my heart.
The scarred time traveler who had appeared through a glowing crack in the wall filled with the darkness of the void between time, just looked back at me once again as I stood between him and my infant son.
He didn’t have any expression on his face at all as he sat there and looked at William. Not even when he spent 35 minutes telling and proving to me exactly what my boy would do when he grew up. Hell even when he used his wrist computer to show me the next 37 years worth of his history, there was no expression on his face. Though his eyes were leaking tears all the time he spoke.
I can’t believe that William could be capable of doing something like that with a loving mother who raised him. And there is no way that this guy from the future could be right.
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