It was a crisp winter morning when I sat at the bar. Snow was falling, six feet already here and another on the way. The heating was on but I could still feel the chill in my bones from walking the two feet from my truck to the bar’s snow-dusted doorway.
I raise my hand and the bartender walks over.
“Whiskey and coke,” I tell her. “The kind that warms.”
She nods and grabs a coke and Jameson. She pours it all together, handing it to me once she’s done.
I down the glass in two gulps, handing it back and asking for another.
“Gonna be a bad one,” I tell her while she mixes me my drink.
“Winter?” she asks.
I shake my head.
“Plague,” I answer back and I frown when she laughs. “You think I’m crazy?”
“I think you’ve had too much to drink.”
I shrug my shoulders.
“Maybe you’re right.”
I down my drink one last time and hand her a stack of twenties.
“Keep the change,” I tell her. “You’re gonna need it.”
I leave the bar, walking past several “Happy New Year” and “2020” signs. I shake my head and walk through the snow. My truck sits in the parking lot, half buried under a fresh blanket of powder.
With a wave of my hand, my truck glows a faint green. It groans, warping before my eyes as it transforms into a a ship with two long wings and two words, “time ship,” painted on its body.
I pat my ship as I unlock the door. “They’re in for a hard one,” I say, words directed towards my ship.
With one last look at the brightly lit bar, I disappear inside my ship.
The ship hummed to life and with a pop that most people would just remember as the sound of New Years fireworks,opened up a rift in time and space. I pushed a button and steered my ship into the rift, leaving the bar and the cursed time of 2020.