Microfiction

Time

Gil paused in the men’s department. Over his shoulder, beams of white pierced his darkness. He ducked.


“Shit.” He’d asked a simple #question. The date. Recording time was illegal now?


He loaded 2019 into his watch and twisted the crown. He would report his findings.


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