The Mouse Sander and the Coffee Cup
“Quick. She went to answer the door,” the woman said.
He hesitated, by the blue glowing oval of the time portal “Are we sure we want to do this? She’s a minor author of no consequence, at the edge of the turmoils.”
The redhead, lifted her head from the time-scope. “Oh, come on, Bril, you know how hot all the antiques from the 21st century are. And the fact she was a minor celebrity helps.”
Bril sighed. Someday he would learn to say no to pretty women, but probably not today.
“Do the records show how long she is by the door?”
“Are you kidding? Most was lost in the turmoils. Just go.”
He hurried through the portal, shuddering as he crossed the time barrier. On the other side, he found himself in a small hall, filled with a bewildering number of boxes. The woman was at the door, speaking to a younger man.
He was so afraid she’d turn, he grabbed the first two objects he could reach and ran back.
Turned out what he’d brought back was a cup still filled with coffee — apparently King Harv’s Coffees Earth blend, if the timescope showed the package on her counter right — and a small sander.
The objects fetched a good price at auction, not the least for the possibility of recreating 21st century coffee, but also stray author-DNA on the cup’s rim. The sander fetched less.
But Bril and the girl got to watch the minor, irrelevant 21st century author wander the house cursing up a blue streak for losing her coffee and what she called the mouse sander.
“They sanded mice in the 21st century?” The redhead asked.
“I don’t know. The whole time was psychotic. That’s how we got the turmoils.”
“Yeah. Maybe. I’m glad I’m here with you now, instead, Bril,” the redhead said.
…. And that’s my story of what happened to my coffee cup and mouse sander yesterday morning, which we haven’t been able to locate no way no how. And we include a contractor who might have been sent as the answer to a prayer, so I don’t die doing this.
I’ll be going home for some portion of the weekend, to see my husband and cats, but I will try to post. This house will, unfortunately, probably take another week.
However a huge burden has been lifted from my shoulders and things look doable.
Supposing we don’t go over the edge in the next month, we’ll be okay. So, fingers crossed.
You guys behave, while I get this finished.