S.E. Hartz

The Wells Ravine Time Machine

Six months after my dad died, Mr. Wells made an announcement to the town council: he planned to sell his ravine for $15,000 to a man who wanted to create a reservoir. This posed a problem, because I was still looking for the time machine in the tunnels that led off from the ravine. My best friend Freddie and I made a pact: we would stop the dam, if we couldn’t find the time machine first.