Curbside Classics Novels & Stories

"Okay, I understand." Aspen hung up the phone and immediately drove to the scrapyard. The scrapyard was filled with wrecked vehicles, and a pungent odor permeated the air. Chester stood beside a crushed car, waiting for Aspen's arrival. He pointed to the vehicle and said, "This is the car." Aspen walked over and carefully examined the car's condition. Then, she asked, "Can we find any information about the owner?" Chester replied, "I've already checked it. The owner is Kris Herbert, and he's jobless."

Leona just came out from her room. As usual, the apartment was very quiet. There was no sound she could hear, other than the rubbing of her slipper against the floor. Leona looked at the television, which was always off since the first time she saw it. She also started turning it on. At least not bad enough to reduce the eerie aura in an apartment as luxurious as this. "Do you want to watch TV?" asked William who had just arrived. Leona turned her head quickly. He nodded with a smile.

“Thank you. So, if this works, does it mean we successfully traveled back in time?” “Technically yes,” He chuckled, “but we’re not really heading towards the goal of human discovery but a desperate need to find a cure for this epidemic.” “I see,” I thought of spending more time with my family. It was selfish but I can’t help but think about the ways I could be able to be with them again. The final running of programs are finished and right on cue, the countdown chimed telling everyone to settle to their stations. Louie and I stood behind a thick screen of glass along scientists jutting down notes.

Present day Carl ‘Tex’ Sinclair and Clarice ‘Honey’ Potts pulled up outside The Web Café, and parked the dark SUV. They squinted through the early-February gloom, stared grimly at the brightly-lit, bustling café. “Jeeeeesus,” Tex said, his Texan drawl giving the word an especially-disgusted edge. “I do not want to do this.”