2-MINUTE TALE: TIMEMACHINE

From behind a tree, I saw a sickly
old man, aimimg a gun at a youth.

The youth was staggering and
was helpless.

It was me- my younger self, as I was
20 years ago.

I must save myself.  Loading my rifle,
I took aim. A bullet flew out.

The sickly old man at my feet! Dead!

I peered in closely. It was me,
my old self, as I'd be 20 yrs hence.