May / June 100 Word Anonymous Challenge

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A Family Tradition

Traveling in time wasn't without risk, but when mastered, it is an unimaginable source of wealth and knowledge.
Her family's fortune was made by exploiting this secret.

No one knew where the tack had originated from. The heirloom was passed down through the generations on the maternal side.
A bridle and saddle, nothing special to look at. Items well worn yet somehow never wearing out. Only the current owner could use their special features.

As she mounted up, she imagined her next destination. That's all it took--a thought and a nudge forward.
Rider and horse shimmered slightly, then disappeared.

 

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Mystery solved

It is said that Alexander buried Bucephalus in the Punjab. Arrian says he died of old age. Plutarch says he was mortally wounded when we defeated Porus at the Battle of the Hydaspes.
You choose. I know better.

I was Alexander’s man. Daily I groomed his favourite. Daily I exercised him.

He was weary of incessant battles. We were in a meadow. Suddenly a patch shimmered in the heat. Pegasus appeared through it, and whinnied a query. Bucephalus replied. They went back together.

How do I know? I went with him.

 

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Piotr’s New Hobby

“So those grazing beasts are supposed to get rid of the quags?” Piotr asked, surveying his land, now a terraformed tragedy.

Farley spoke to the back of his head, “They brought em’ straight out from 1918, best year for Mustangs they said. Amazing grazers, these things. Beautiful beasts, as you call em’.”

“I didn’t call them beautiful. They give me the creeps, honestly.”

Piotr’s micro-crops had been badly affected by invasive quags. He wouldn’t normally resort to bio-controls, let alone such costly temporal units, but he sunk everything he had into this terraform.

“They better be worth it.”

 

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Dobbin Saves The Day

Music Hall 1902

Geraldo swept back the curtain. The audience gasped and applauded - a flimsily clad woman blinked under the lights.

Bowing, he retired to the wings.

“Amazing! Where did she come from? And where's the horse?”

Geraldo shrugged. “Haven't the faintest idea. Glad it's gone though. Irritable, brute of a thing. Such a temper on it!”

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Enfield 1963

He'd broken in through a rear window under cover of darkness and now quietly opened her bedroom door.

The sound of breathing was unusual and didn't come from the direction of the bed but, as always, he was prepared for anything...

 

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Treble Trouble

"Hello. My time horse appears to be broken. Can you take a look?"

"Certainly guv. What's the problem?"

"Well, I'm a fan of megalomaniac conquerors, but when I set it to Napoleon's Marengo, I end up at Chartres during the Hundred Years' War. If I set it to Charlemagne's Tencendur, I end up in the Bronze Age and when I set it to Alexander's Bucephalus, I end up all the way back in the Stone Age."

"Let's 'ave a look. Oh! 'ere's the problem, guv. You've got it set to 'orse years. You need to set it to 'uman years."

 

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