**Author’s Note-I’m starting a new series on my blog called Continue the story. I’m taking short story writing prompts and seeing where the story takes me. I encourage you to write in the comments where you think the story would go afterwards or what you would have written instead. This week the prompt is “Her thick glasses, her old-fashioned clothes, and her unidentifiable accent all gave off the impression she was from another place, another time. And maybe she was. Maybe she was a time traveler…”**
Her thick glasses, her old-fashioned clothes, and her unidentifiable accent all gave off the impression she was from another place, another time. And maybe she was. Maybe she was a time traveler, a visitor from a time briefly recorded in a history book, but still forgotten. She peered at me through her glasses, her brows furrowing together causing deep wrinkles to appear on her forehead. She inched closer to me but kept her distance. I could hardly believe what I was seeing was real. How could a woman who appeared to have been from the past, just appear out of nowhere in the middle of a street?
Her jaw opened and closed as if she were going to say something, but she remained quiet. A car rounded the corner behind her, but she didn’t notice.
“Hey, lady! You need to move!” I shouted at her, but she only cocked her head in confusion. The car was speeding down the road. Why wasn’t she moving? Couldn’t she hear the car? A rush of adrenaline flooded my veins and I charged into the street, sweeping the lady to the other side with me. She started to panic then. She screamed and pounded my arms to let her go. I could only assume what she was saying was something along the lines of “Let me go! How dare you touch a lady!” It was difficult to tell, however.
Once we’re safely on the sidewalk, I let go of the woman and she took a dramatic step backwards. Her forehead wrinkled as her brows furrowed again, though this time it was clear she was upset with me. She started muttering something under her breath, something about how disrespectful I was and how it was a mistake to jump so far into the future. Still muttering, she pulled out a gold pocket watch, flipped it open and started rotating a little dial on the side of the watch. I was about to ask her what she was doing when she looked at me with angry eyes, then she disappeared. I stared at the empty space where the strange woman had been only seconds ago. Shaking my head, I started walking back home. The whole time I thought about the woman, how she just appeared and disappeared. Then, as I entered my apartment, I considered that maybe I shouldn’t have taken a hit of Noel’s weed this early in the day.