Repeat One
"We exist within a glitch of the space-time continuum," he said, hands flailing, "and are doomed to relive this exact moment, this exact conversation, forever."
Marty laughed. Of course this would happen. All he had wanted was to take a walk through the Myriad Gardens: get some air in his lungs and his mind off Celia, and the next thing he knew this old codger was in his face talking nonsense.
Yet, there was something familiar about the man; the shadow of someone he once knew.
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The silence between them was thick, even though Marty knew the rest of the park was alive with birds chirping and children laughing and a baby starting to cry. He barely heard any of it. It might as well have just been him and this man, alone.
Marty decided to humor the guy.
He coughed and said:
"I'm sorry. I don't understand."
The man spread out his arms, eyes wide, and explained.
The End
This story was first published on Thursday, July 28th, 2016
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