Get your kicks

If my memory is correct, it’s at least 2400 miles from here to Santa Monica.

That doesn’t sound that far. Unless you’re on foot.

None of Route 66 exists yet. In Illinois, I stand with Lake Michigan at my back and face an expanse of tallgrass prairie that’s pretty much the limit of attractions—at least until I cross the Mississippi River, in the vicinity of where St. Louis will be some day.

It’s difficult to judge how far off-target the Chronos Device dropped me. I haven’t seen any indigenous people at all. At least a millennium too soon?

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Inspired by Friday Fictioneers prompt for this week:

PHOTO PROMPT – © Copyright Jean L. Hays
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4 thoughts on “Get your kicks”

  1. Dear Dave,

    Welcome to Friday Fictioneers with your imaginative bit of sci-fi. I feel it only fair to warn you that this activity is highly addictive. But it’s an addiction from which I don’t care to recover and you might find yourself feeling the same. 😉

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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