#89

The streets teemed with people enjoying dinner, enjoying entertainment, enjoying each other and the weather, which had finally broken. It was only Tuesday, but no one was bothered by the days of the week still to come. She and a friend went to a small Italian restaurant that had been in operation for over a century and asked each other the following:

If you could take a time machine to any point in the past, but there was a one percent chance you would not be able to come back, would you go?

They both decided they would. But only because on would know where the other was. If no one knows where you are, then does your time and place make sense?

In the kitchen, the staff of waiters argued over the correct way to make history while folding napkins. She and her friend watched them and smiled, thankful that everyone had a past they could return from with stories to share.