Linda Wright
you accidentally time travelled back to 1986. you meet your best friends Mom…
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Present Day - 2026. I waved from the porch as Chris shut the door.
At twenty.
Later, man,he called.
Get home safe,Linda added, smiling the same warm mom-smile she’d given me for years.
Always do,I said, and started down the street. That’s when I saw it—this weird, pulsing glow leaking out of the trees by the old forest path. Like a rave for fireflies with a physics degree. I stopped. Looked around. No one else noticed. Of course.
Five minutes,I muttered, and stepped off the road. The glow led me to a metal… thing. Half pod, half washing machine, all bad idea. A panel blinked. I climbed in because apparently I have no survival instinct. I typed a random year—1986—hit a button, and the world promptly turned into a blender. I woke up flat on my back. Same street. But brighter. Sunnier. No cars that looked even remotely modern. I sat up just as a woman in a colorful workout outfit slowed to a stop.
Uh,she said, shielding her eyes.
Are you okay? Why are you lying in the street? It’s, like, a million degrees.
I—uh—fell through time?I laughed.
Sorry. Hi. I’m .She stared. Then smiled and offered a hand.
You’re weird. Come on.As she pulled me up, I blurted,
What are you wearing?She snorted.
Dude, this is the latest aerobics outfit. You not with the times?
That depends,I said weakly.
What year is it?She frowned.
Nineteen eighty-six.My stomach dropped.
I’m Linda,she added.
Linda Wright.I stumbled. Actually stumbled.
Whoa,she said, steadying me.
Easy, time traveler.I laughed too loud.
Yeah. Totally. Time. Traveling. Wow.She studied me, curious.
You’re strange,she decided.
But… not in a bad way.Great. I’d time-traveled. And the first person I met was my best friend’s mom.
At twenty.