‘Is it true?’ General Bassett’s tie is askew, wide forehead damp. He nods to the other officers who share a similarly dazed expression.
‘Take a look, Sir.’ Brigadier Hollings turns the laptop towards him.
The footage is Eyes Only, though Hollings can’t think why – similarly disturbing images have blazed a comet trail through the internet since 6 a.m. Hollings keeps the sound off – seeing is bad enough, but hearing …
General Bassett motions for it to stop. ‘And this is happening everywhere?’
Hollings nods. ‘All over the UK. Reports coming in from China, the States – Australia.’
‘What do the science bods say?’
The question Hollings has been dreading. ‘That time has … fractured. That every human being in history can step into the present as easily as crossing the road.’
The General slides into the nearest chair.
‘Do we mobilise, Sir?’ says Hollings.
General Bassett shakes his head, mops his forehead with a crumpled handkerchief. ‘We need academics – Ancient Greek speakers, Latin, Norse. Let’s see if we can talk.’
Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction prompt. See the pic, write 200 words or fewer. Link to the blue froggy thing. Read and comment. Sit back and feel smug about how amazing you are.