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What was that?

You couldn’t write this up.

By Dawn EarnshawPublished 3 years ago 3 min read

Move move go on over there ! I didn’t know what the hell I had woken up to but these aborigines with Rifles were not something I was accustomed too. I was only doing an article on the tribes of the Amazon and woke up here. I remember getting in the professors Time capsule at university but I thought he was just a bit of an eccentric lunatic at times. His heart was in good place but some of the things he would write on the board blew half the. India of the world. His brain was just a supercomputer this world was not quite ready for. Well I certainly wasn’t. Because I know for sure I was with Professor Morton in the University before lay here with a rifle pointing down my nose by aboriginal freedom fighters.

Yes keep her here she can stay and her country can pay 4million for her release . I overhead I couldn’t see exactly who it was but I recognised the voice and so I managed to drag the chain across the floor and take a sneaky look the rough the door hole, it was the Ayatollah from Iran I recognised him. How could this be so ? We were in the year 2085 this is history why is it repeating itself? Or did that nutty professor Time Machine work ?

Right you will wear these and teach the children the Bible while you are here then return back to your cell, you are a prisoner of Iran on spying for the English government. You will serve 20 years! Unless your Government pays the Fee outstanding to us from year 2021. Wait I beg I’m from 2085 I’ve come in a Time capsule from the future and need to find it so I can get back to the Universit. Shut up. Bang. I was cold out.

I don’t know how long I was out for as I had no watch and no knowledge of any sense of time, outside was dusk so I took a wild guess at me sleeping 8 hours.

I found a sharp piece of stone and decided I would write on the corner piece of the wall where it was out of view to them looking through the latch to help keep some kind of bearings.

I awoke it was light the door latch opened and a jug of water and roll of bread. Get ready you see the Ayatollah and he will outline your work here for the next 20years, but I haven’t been to court. Shut up or you will get more than a knock on the head, you put on those robes and maybe I will come see you later. Well my heart began racing and I felt I was in serious danger if things didn’t change but I didn’t know where the time capsule was.

I ate the bread washed and got changed, it actually felt good to get out of the mud ridden smelly clothes I was wearing.

The guard came and took me to the Ayatollah and threw me to the ground at his feet, you beg for mercy he shouted. I just lay there. I knew I was playing a dangerous game but I kneeled only to one one man and that was God . He was not God. But he was my new leader and could quite easily have me shot in the head. Assalamu aliakum i whimpered. He just kicked me across the room. Shukran, this I knew would be the final straw. Boom.

I don’t know how long I was out for, but it felt like days and I was bruised all over. I mean I remember I knew I asked for a negative reaction to my reaction. I knew Just be quiet from now on and I might get to see daylight. I etched 2days at the side of me it was a start, then the light glimmered on writing or Scriptures no I picked up a feel it was writing of the spring, summer,autumn and winter. What Animals came and went and which ones to look out for covered by the constellation of the stars.

Calendar the counting of the years harvest by constellations of stars sun and moon

Right tomorrow you start teaching the Ayatolla children to speak English, they are called Abban and Asif.

I lay there and thought me teach English I mean Comon I’m just hanging out with an eccentric professor and have been thrown into a time and place I do not belong.

The next day I woke up to the guard rattling my door Come along get ready your duties will begin. I was so nervous, I collapsed and passed out. The next thing I remember is waking up to a big snorkling kiss on my cheek from my dog, oh my was I pleased to see her and no more cheese just before bedtime.

The End .

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About the Creator

Dawn Earnshaw

Loves writing short stories and poems - learning punctuation and Grammar.ADHD

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