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#1017055 added September 8, 2021 at 9:06pm
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Historical Happenings
“What is that?” my brother asked as he looked at the cube in my hand.

I tossed it from hand to hand. “I dunno. It came in the mail with a note.” I handed over the note and watched him read it.

“Are you kidding?” he wanted to know when he was done reading. “It says you can bring up to five historical figures to your home for twelve hours.”

“I know. Super cool, right?”

He frowned as he folded the note up. “I don’t think you should…” he said, even as I depressed the soft spot on the cube.

“Ooops,” I said as I looked at him.

“I’m not sure ‘ooops’ covers it,” he grumbled.

“Aw, come on, Dave, it’ll be fun.”

“I’m concerned for your sanity, Sally!” he called after me.

I waved it off, dropping the cube on my desk and my body onto my bed. I didn’t really expect anything, but it was fun to pretend. Picking up my textbook, I thumbed through it until I found the chapter I was on.

A noise startled me out of my study daze sometime later. Standing next to my bed were three men. One was wearing a dapper suit. Another, also in a suit, had a craggy face and was looking around with interest. The final one wore paint splattered clothes and had a bandage wrapped around his head.

“Dave!” I yelled, scrambling back until I was sitting against the head of the bed. “Da-VE!

My door flew up to admit my brother… clutching a baseball bat.

“I’m sorry,” the dapper man said as both of us stared at them. “I appear to be in the wrong place.” He glanced around. “I apologize for… being in your bedroom.”

My eyes narrowed as I stared at him. “Harvey Milk?” When he nodded, I took a closer look at the other two men. “Vincent Van Gogh? Edgar Allan Poe?” When they both nodded, my eyes widened and I looked at Dave, who was still clutching the baseball bat. “It worked,” I breathed.

“Well, how do we send them back?”

I grinned, temporarily shaking off my worries. “First let’s show them how the twenty-first parties.” I leaped out of my bed, grabbing for my phone. “Let’s start with balloons and a water slide.”

I herded the three men from the room, already making plans. This was going to be the best birthday ever.


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