by Mike W
Tim builds a time machine.
It was easy. He couldn’t think why no one had done it before.
An old bike frame, bits from a defunct computer, a digital watch and some chicken wire fashioned into a coil providing the necessary Chronofinbulastatic Vortex, and it was done.
Tim carefully checked the current date and time then switched it on.
The light dimmed; a sound like air escaping from a tyre; a barely perceptible jolt and it was over.
Tim checked the digital watch.
‘Well that’s disappointing,’ he thought.
He’d gone exactly one minute into the past.