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Collection of my Bradbury entries |
| 391 words The year was 2005. Officer Johnson was in a crowded courtroom where a Latino suspect had just been exonerated for a serious crime. Unfortunately for Officer Johnson, he arrived late and was unaware they the Latino was found not guilty. He took a shot at the Latino with his gun, but then was knocked out for some reason. When he regained consciousness, he was outside, and it was night time. When he had been in the courtroom, it had been day time. A young Latina woman stood there. “I brought you back to life, it’s 2025 now! The guy you tried to kill in court was innocent! I replaced you with a clone that everyone thought was your body when you died in 2005.” Officer Johnson sat up, then stood. “2025? You mean twenty years have gone by?” The woman nodded, and left in her Time Machine. The officer made his way to his home. When he knocked on the door, his wife answered, but she looked much older. By birth she was younger than him by five years, but now she was fifteen years older than him. “Tricia?” Officer Johnson asked. He hugged his wife and explained the situation. A man approached from inside the house and asked Trish who he was. “Larry?” Officer Johnson asked. “I’m married to Tricia now! We thought you were long dead!” “Our son and daughter are married with children of their own,” said Tricia. “Larry and I had a kid, too.” “You couldn’t expect her to wait for you to come back!” said Larry. Officer Johnson ran toward the police station where he used to work. Once inside, he saw that the commissioners was someone who had been a junior officer when he worked there. After talking with Officer Johnson, the commissioner called the news station and they sent a reporter over with a cameraman. The reporter asked all the pertinent questions, but left after thinking that Officer Johnson was an imposter. His situation was just too incredible to believe. The commissioner approached. “If you were a tad less racist, this wouldn’t have happened to you. That Latino man was innocent, and you just couldn’t see that past the veil of racism that clouded your vision!” Officer Johnson headed toward the homeless shelter, where he would try to make a new life for himself. The End |
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