Time Traveler

The following is a short exerpt from a novel I am working on. . The Library was built sometime in the 19th century, and it had two floors. On the first floor was the front desk, Children’s books on the left of it, and DVD section on the right. I have signed out DVDs from the library before. About one out of every three doesn’t freeze up. I turn to my left and head up the stairs to where they store the true knowledge. On the wall about halfway up the stairs is a 130 year old painting of some old geezer who founded the library. I thought he looked a bit like Ebenezer Scrooge, but the Scrooge after he had his epiphany. Below the painting the words “Free Your Mind” was engraved on a plaque. I walked past the painting and made my way to the graphic novel section. There were some great graphic novels there, but they were ones I had read before. Sandman: Endless Nights Blackest , The Incredible Hulk: the End, and the Dark Tower: The Way Station. I suppose I could have picked one of these up and reread them, but my mind was hungry for new information. More than one of these graphic novels had to do with time travel a favorite subject of mind when it comes to fiction. I had always been a big fan of time travel stories, The idea of visiting the past to see how things really were, or to travel to the future to see technology that I could not even conceive of appealed to me. So I walked over to the science fiction section to see if I could find a time travel story that I hadn’t heard of. On the way there something in the science section caught my eye. It was a book entitle “ The Speed of Thought”. I picked it up and looked at the cover. It was a poor illustration of three stages of life. A child, a middle aged man, and an old man. I had always heard you can’t judge a book by it’s cover, so I opened it and red the dust cover insert. cc Ed Johnson . . I don't know if I'll ever finish it, but if any of my readers are publishers, contact me.