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Time Warp (standard:science fiction, 698 words)
Author: Michael Lance KerstingAdded: Nov 29 2012Views/Reads: 1422/0Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Driving along a lonely highway, I was in for a big surprise.

TIME WARP 2 My name is Vincent. I always like to think myself as a
‘Realist' and shun everything that couldn't be proven scientifically. I 
also scorn anything “Supernatural” The story you are about to read 
changed all that. 

I was driving home late one night on a lonely highway in Memphis,
Tennessee ,when I saw a thick, green luminous mist forming before me. I 
was a bit puzzled at its appearance, to say the least, however, I 
continued driving and heard a lot of crackling sounds as I drove 
through it. i must admit, I became scared. 

Finally, after what seems a lifetime, I emerged from it a bit shaken but
continue driving  then the car shuddered to a stop. I had run out of 
gas.  Cursing all creation, I got out, went around to the trunk, and 
took out a jerry can, hoping to bum a lift to the nearest gas station. 

A short while,later, a small truck pulled up and the driver asked where
I was heading in a slow Southern drawl.  He was kind of youngish and 
somehow looked familiar . I told him to the nearest gas station. ‘Okay, 
sir, hop in.”He said politely. 

I thanked and got in, resting the can between my knees. After a short
while he said,”Do you like country music ,sir?”, “Yes,” I replied, “My 
favourite singer is Charlie Pride, the black singer.” “Charlie Pride? I 
never heard of ‘im, ” said the young man. “Well. I have to admit, it's 
a bit unusual for a black person singing country music. We more 
associate blacks with rhythm and blues, jazz, etc." “Yeah, I 
guess.”said the young man, “but I never heard of him Eventually ,we 
pulled into a three pump gas station. I got out, filled the tank at a 
pump, then we went into the little convenience store attached to the 
station to pay for it. Inside, the young man asked what I was having to 
drink. I told him a Coke would be fine. He nodded and went over to the 
coke machine as I looked around. The whole décor was set in the 

There was a Wurlitzer juke box blaring a Hank Williams tune, ”Cold, Cold
Heart” its mournful melody filled the air. The crowd were mostly men 
dressed in western gears, chatting.. I went over to a vacant booth and 
sat down. 

“Now, that there is the grand daddy singing.”said the young man smiling,
returning with the Cokes in his hands. He sat down opposite me. “Yeah, 
he was great artist .” I said sipping the drink. “Was, sir,? Why, he ‘s 
having a show at the Grand Ole Orpy tonight.” An eerie feeling swept 
over me. I couldn't explain it, but I felt that something was terribly 
wrong. ‘You've got to be kidding me, son, Hank died fifty years ago!” 
He looked at me straight in the eye as if I was nuts or something. “No, 
sir, he ain't, “ he got up, and went across to the news stand.  He 
shuffled around a bit, and returned to the table and sat down, “Look 
here, ” he said ,flipping through the pages “Here , see for yourself, " 
He looked at me kind of odd as he handed me the papers. I took the 
papers from him and looked .Sure enough, there was a photograph of Hank 
and his Drifting Cowboys all dressed up in cowboy clothes, smiling for 
the camera with a caption beneath saying “Hank Wiliams and the Drifting 
Cowboys will be performing at the Grand Ole Orpy tonight at 8 pm 
sharp!' I couldn't believe it, I checked the date and it read : 2/ 
8/1952 .I almost dropped the papers in shock and disbelief. A cold 
chill ran through me. This couldn't be happening, I thought, it's a 
dream! ‘Are you okay, sir ?”asked the young man, alarmed with much 
concern in his voice. “Yes ," I replied weakly . ”It's just -just I am 
a bit confused.” I stammered. I looked at his face, the feeling that I 
knew it returned. “What's your name, son?” I asked. “Elvis Presley” the 
kid replied.” Why?” The newspaper fell from my hands. End 


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