Miles By Strides

And that time contraption never worked.

It never looked better but Byle said that it did and I trusted that. Having a a second opinion on stuff that mattered made assurances assuring.

"Is he coming? Said he'd be here by three."

"And I'm supposed to know, how?"

His eyes widened and I laughed.

We make cookies when the sun shines and that's just the sideline. Then I saw him coming up on the corner so I had to turn off Sesame Street and focus.

"Checker?"

"Yeah. You made the call?

"Last week in Twholly. Time?"

"Right 'bout now. We've got a great view."

We turned to the harbor and Byle pointed out a spot out in the distance.

"Is it safe?"

I snorted in laughter then the doubt kicked in. I looked at him, then back at Byle.

"Are we?"

But Byle's face was warped as he stared up and behind me.

"We're too late."