Tea Time

 

Things aren’t made the way they used to be. Take time: time used to have a much nicer quality than it does today. And light: when was the last time you got proper light? And something seemed to have happened to all the spaces, like they’d been … sort of shrunk down and actual space taken out of them … So it really wasn’t his fault when he stopped time.

He was trying to build time machine, okay? Never mind why. He had his reasons. He hadn’t meant to rip a hole in the fabric of causality. He just wanted to go back and make things right. Instead of just having them seem to go more and more wrong. And now there was a gaping lapis-edged void twinkling with stars and infinite blackness facing him from across the workshop, and he couldn’t get to the kettle or the sink. Never travel through time without a cup of tea – he thought he’d read that somewhere. Or else the thought had occurred to him in one of those times in the wee small hours, when the world is all your own. The other thing, of course, was that there was … like a “time ghost” blocking his way.

She was beautiful. Not just ordinarily beautiful, but beautiful in the way that lines of blue light flowed through the air like the most perfect sketch of a person, etched in time. She echoed with life.

‘Don’t even think about it,’ she said, stepping in front of the rip. ‘This rift is not stable. It needs to heal and disappear. Then time will resume, and it will be as if it never happened.’

‘Who are you?’ he asked.

The time-ghost smiled. ‘Not a bad question to ask, in the circumstances. I am a might-have-been, an if-only, a shadow of a memory – a spirit of being.’

He looked at her, disbelieving. ‘But—’

‘Oh, I’m as human as the next man,’ she said, glancing at him as if she was beginning to enjoy herself. ‘And who knows,’ she added with a twinkle, ‘we might even have known each other at some point in time and space, through the byways of being. Somewhere, anyway. You have another question?’

‘Um, would you like a cup of tea?’

The spirit nodded with satisfaction. ‘Ah, another very good question.’

‘It’s just – can you … sort of reach the kettle and the teabags? I can’t without crossing the rift.’

‘I believe I can,’ she said with a smile. ‘We shall have a cup of tea,’ she said moving about among the tea things, ‘since you so graciously offered.’

He was a little unsure if she was making fun of him. She turned towards him amid the tinkling of spoons and cups. ‘And we shall talk of many things. Of life and time, and might-have-beens.’

He didn’t quite know what to say to that.

‘Now, tell me,’ she said floating closer and handing him a gently steaming cup and saucer. ‘Why do you seek to travel the temporal plane? Why do you risk everything?’

There was a long silence.

She looked up from her cup. Then she nodded and reached up a finger to brush away a tear.

He felt the ghostlike touch under his eye and a tingling frisson like a perfect moment.

‘I think I begin to understand,’ she said. She patted his hand. ‘Drink up, before it gets cold. Never underestimate the importance of a good cup of tea to the process of time-travel.’

He looked up sharply.

She had her cup held over her face, but he got the feeling there was an inscrutable smile twitching across her features.

*

The teacups were on the sideboard. The spirit was looking brighter. She was glancing back at the rift and then at him. She appeared to reach a decision.

‘Here,’ she said, ‘take my hand, and we’ll walk awhile. The repairman probably won’t get round to this rift for a while. And who knows, maybe we’ll even bump into a few people along the way.’

He looked at her. ‘Do I have to come back afterwards?’

She glanced back. ‘We can talk about it. Can I borrow a scarf? The infinite void gets a bit chilly round about now.’

He lent her his scarf. The faded wool seemed to suit the time-spirit. The outlines of light in the air seemed to fill out a bit when she put it on, gaining solidity and colour. ‘Ready?’ she said.

He nodded.

They drew back the way she explained to him, took a leaping dancing step towards the rift, and disappeared in a twinkle like a pair of stars fluttering in the air for a moment.

One happy moment.

You take them where you can get them.

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  1. OldDanRhody's speakeasy Member
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    Percival (View Comment):

    Matt Balzer, Imperialist Claw (View Comment):

    Percival (View Comment):

    Very good again, Andrew. Questions to be answered later.

    … but …

    “rip a whole in the fabric of causality?” I read on trying to figure out if that was intentional or not. Maybe you did rip a whole.

    Eddies in the time-space continuum.

    Wait … whut?

    Social media lessons from Eddie Haskell and Ward Cleaver

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  2. Hank Rhody, Badgeless Bandito Contributor
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    Matt Balzer, Imperialist Claw (View Comment):
    That might be because I find the idea of … time-snakes to be amusing.

    Sounds like you’ve never fought one.

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  3. Arahant Member
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    Hank Rhody, Badgeless Bandito (View Comment):

    Matt Balzer, Imperialist Claw (View Comment):
    That might be because I find the idea of … time-snakes to be amusing.

    Sounds like you’ve never fought one.

    If you glitter-bomb them, they become much more amusing. The glitter gets in under their scales and itches, and they have no arms to scratch with. From there, it’s a barrel of laughs.

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  4. Matt Balzer, Imperialist Claw Member
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    Hank Rhody, Badgeless Bandito (View Comment):

    Matt Balzer, Imperialist Claw (View Comment):
    That might be because I find the idea of … time-snakes to be amusing.

    Sounds like you’ve never fought one.

    Well I wasn’t referring to that kind of snake. About that kind of snake I will say that enough is enough. 

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  5. Andrew Miller Member
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    Flicker (View Comment):

    Matt Balzer, Imperialist Claw (View Comment):

    Hank Rhody, Badgeless Bandito (View Comment):

    Percival (View Comment):
    The nature of time ghosts. The identity of the repairman. If you repair rifts in time, do you charge by the hour?

    Of course they charge by the hour. The union wouldn’t have it otherwise.

    I’m not sure what manner of union employee others imagine when they think of someone fixing time but I like to imagine a plumber. That might be because I find the idea of time-plungers and time-snakes to be amusing.

    Captures the “flow of time”, too.

    And time reclamation plants — time being limited as it is.

    For a moment I imagined this as a special kind of tree, sort of taking in spent time and breathing out new time. And if someone had been putting something in the water that flows into the Ever-Rolling River, it might help explain why those trees were getting sick and making funny time . . .

    Don’t think you’re going to tempt me to write another— Hmm. What’s that? Time for another cup of tea? Don’t mind if I do. I just have one problem. How am I going to work in a golf game with knights half in golf gear and half in armour playing on a kind of starlit links and— But this can be of little interest to you. Does anybody have a niblickski no. 9 I can borrow? The Once and Future Swing? No. No . . . Forget I said anything. The Missing Links?

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  6. Andrew Miller Member
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    You brought this on yourselves, you understand . . .

    The Missing Links.

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  7. Samuel Block Support
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    Andrew, have you posted any of your stories between this and the one you wrote about the couple who were being separated by hiccups in the cosmos? I can see that you published something quite recently, I just haven’t gotten to it yet. 

    I’ve really enjoyed these.

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  8. Andrew Miller Member
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    Samuel Block (View Comment):

    Andrew, have you posted any of your stories between this and the one you wrote about the couple who were being separated by hiccups in the cosmos? I can see that you published something quite recently, I just haven’t gotten to it yet.

    I’ve really enjoyed these.

    Tea Time sort of immediately precedes this one, so it’ll enhance the experience somewhat, hopefully. And the back and forth in the comments sort of leads up to this, too.

    And thank you, that’s very good to hear right now. Very glad you’re enjoying them.

    Edit: Sorry, I didn’t realise this was Tea Time. The Missing Links is the latest, and what I was talking about.

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  9. CarolJoy, Above Top Secret Coolidge
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    Reading this was sheer … joy.

    For some reason, I started this at 11:30 this morning, and when I was done, the clock read 10:15 Am.

    Was that your intention when you wove this story?

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  10. Arahant Member
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    CarolJoy, Above Top Secret (View Comment):

    Reading this was sheer … joy.

    For some reason, I started this at 11:30 this morning, and when I was done, the clock read 10:15 Am.

    Was that your intention when you wove this story?

    Now you have to go to the next.

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  11. Andrew Miller Member
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    CarolJoy, Above Top Secret (View Comment):

    Reading this was sheer … joy.

    For some reason, I started this at 11:30 this morning, and when I was done, the clock read 10:15 Am.

    Was that your intention when you wove this story?

    Thank you, I’m really glad you enjoyed it so much. Makes the day that much brighter to hear. 

    Sometimes stories just sort of happen to me, so I’m never quite sure sometimes. 

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  12. Andrew Miller Member
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    Juliana (View Comment):

    Lovely story! Leaves much scope for the imagination.

    Sorry, there are comments I’ve been meaning to get round to replying to. Better late than never to say thank you, and thank  you for reading.

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  13. Andrew Miller Member
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    OldDanRhody's speakeasy (View Comment):

    Andrew Miller (View Comment):

    that was a bad day on the fairway, you understand. Maybe if I use a niblick?)*

    *: I always did like Wodehouse’s golf stories. And I’m not even sure what a niblick looks like.

    I’ve been considering making a little pitch-and-putt course behind my house. I’ll need a niblick and a putting cleek, but I don’t want to have to buy a whole set of clubs just to get those two.

    Intriguing story, by the by.

    Perhaps something along these lines would do the trick?

    And thank you. Hope it was enjoyable too. 

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  14. Andrew Miller Member
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    Gary McVey (View Comment):

    OK, I said “interesting”, because I was, well, somewhat floored by the beauty of the writing but had no immediate way to define what I liked so much. Here’s a metaphor: there are two main themes to The Twilight Zone.

    The one we all know and can hum, on strings and bongo drums, is by French experimental composer Marius Constant. And that’s not the one I’m comparing Andrew’s time travel story to.

    The other theme is the first season’s, by famous film composer Bernard Herrmann. It’s not easily hum-able, so it’s harder to remember, but it was captivating, subtle and mysterious. That’s why it reminds me of Andrew’s writing. You could look it up on YouTube.

    Thank you very much. As ever, that’s very, very kind of you. (I keep hoping that RSR Studios will pick up the movie rights. It’s important to find people who make movies for the love of it, you know.)

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