Micro-Fiction: Aunt Jane

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Aunt Jane was was a chrono-novitiate with the Sisters of Temporal Correction, based in what used to be China around the first half of the 28th century. Dad never told us any of that, much less where he was from. Eventually I forgave him, although I don't think Mike ever did. I remember Aunt Jane as a sweet little old nun when I was a kid. We never knew about the ruler, not in the 1970s. We thought she was Catholic, and it turns out she might not have been human.

Her letters to Dad were preserved, and there's a book about her order's campaign, Havoc in Hunan that he wrote. She had it published in her time. I was toying with using her adventures as the subject of my second novel, but late one night she showed up at my front door, splattered with someone else's blood and carrying a twelve-pack of St. Christopher's Pale Ale and looking all of eighteen years old. "Let me show you something, kid, before you talk to your agent." That's why I teach high school history today. The future isn't safe for me.

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I wrote this on Facebook, in response to (and liberally borrowing from) John Waldron's real life post about his Aunt Jane.

I posted it here so I can find it again later, and because the overlap between the sites may not be that great...