VisDare – The Traveler
The jump didn’t take more than five seconds. The machine booted up, heated up, and then bam! I was gone. It felt like falling through a trapdoor – vertigo multiplied by ten. Each jump felt like my first. You just can never get used to the feeling.
I fell down on my knees and puked out my breakfast (eggs and bacon). I wiped my lips as I surveyed where I landed. I found myself inside a decrepit looking apartment. I went to the window and looked outside. Lying on one of the rooftops was a young boy playing a trumpet while the other rooftops were adorned with billboards.
I checked the machine. It no longer read 2050 but instead 1988. I loaded my gun and walked out of the room to hunt down the man who would soon invent time travel.