Written forhttps://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/ passing through a doorway in history
Passing through a doorway in history, Peter couldn’t interfere. He was told if he did, then time would change in unfathomable ways. If he killed Hitler, it wouldn’t stop the war, just the time it took to make them.
Today he chose the start of the first world war, well not the real start, but the ignition of the fuel. A reason to start a war, when all they needed was an excuse. His homework book in his bag, and clothes to represent the time, he stepped over the edge and into a different world.
How did they live in a world without internet?
They talked in restaurants, unaware of how close they were to history. One movement to the left, and the war would never happen. He followed the man responsible, through each alley, and for a split second, he thought about pushing him, so the bullet would miss by a few inches.
‘Don’t think about it . . . you could get expelled,’ Willomena said. ‘Remember a few years ago, Clara, she thought she could send a cryptic note to Churchill, her feet didn’t touch the sides of her electric car.’
‘It would be so easy though; I mean tens of thousands killed.’
‘But you might not have been born, or your mum. We don’t know what ripples can happen. Besides, one more A, and you’ll be able to leave school.’
‘True, I hate school trips like this. Miss Perkins always keeps her beady eye on me and last time I brought home a souvenir she made me take it back.’
‘It was a Penny Black, and you did try and sell it.’