The Ink Slingers Guild (ISG) had some round-robin writing fun! We each wrote a sentence or two and then passed the paper to the next person who added to it and passed it along to the next person and on down the line. We hope you are as entertained as we!
As she watched reality explode around her again she wondered where the team was sending her next…or rather when. It would have been nice to have some warning this time. The landing was harder than usual and she fell to her knees in black dirt, a pair of well-worn boots in her peripheral.
“Ugh,” she moaned, rising back up to stand. “I hope it’s not Hitler this time – I’ve lucked out so far.”
“I don’t know this Hitler you speak of,” a crisp voice issued from the very attractive man wearing said boots. “But we’ve been expecting you, and you’re late.”
“I work for an agency that specializes in time travel,” I quipped. “How on earth can I be late?”