Inventions Я Us

When he looked, it wasn’t there. Thomas Edison Jr., the proprietor of Inventions Я Us, shifted a pile of complex schematics, exasperated. Where on Earth was his cigar cutter?

Someone knocked.

“Come in.” A young Chinese woman entered. Edison adjusted a red bow tie. “Blossom Chan I presume?”

“Yes sir.” She smoothed her silky black hair. Hearing a high-pitched bark, she jumped. A small white dog rubbed against her legs.

“Don’t worry, that’s only Maxi.”

“What dog is it?”

“It’s a Shih Tzu.”

“It’s cute!”

–He led her to a lift and all three descended several stories before entering a laboratory. Huge transformers hummed, switchboards blinked, and relays clacked. A door slid back, revealing a small chamber. “What year did you require?”

“2031.” Blossom passed Edison a slip with details. He typed on a keyboard.

“Take this fob. When you’re ready to come back just press this button. It’ll send a signal to the future me. We’ll meet and I’ll send you back.” In theory.

“I ready.” She smiled nervously.

Edison pressed a button, the chamber door closed, the room shook momentarily and Blossom Chan disappeared into the future. The dog barked and Edison patted it, smiling. Another satisfied customer!

On opening the chamber door his face fell. ‘Oh dear, oh deary me.’ On the floor lay a fob. ‘Oh well, better send it on.’ He returned to the control panel and adjusted some knobs, just as the telephone rang. “Hello, Thomas Edison Jr. Who’s this?” Then, “No I’m sorry, there’s no truth in the rumour at all … No, a time machine indeed! … Good Day!” Damned time-wasting reporters! He stabbed the button to close the chamber door and send the fob into the future. Better get back to the office, he thought, standing up. “Maxi … Maxi!” When he looked, it wasn’t there.

Please note that this was originally published as a 200-word story. Please click HERE if you’d like to read that version.