Dave woke up to the smell of rubblish and dog saliva. Besides him, a dog was licking him nonstop. Looking around, he found himself in an alley. Piles of rubblish sat in levitating rubblish carts, waiting to be collected.
"Sam, stop it! Leave this man alone!"The dog's owner shouted as he pulled the dog's collar.
The guy was wearing a white suit, covered with blue linings, with a badge sitting on top.
The dog, Sam ,let out a sad moan and sat down.
"My apologies, old man. Sam likes to lick people very much."
"It's alright!"said Dave as he got up to his feet, brushing away the dust on his clothes.
Walking out of the alley, he could see white skyscrapers, outlined by blue neon lights, giving it a futuristic look. Elevators sticked to the sides of the building , hovering. The cars on the street were equiped with anti-gravity wheels, and there was a Tesla logo on all of them.
"Nice! Seems that that Elon Musk lad outdid himself!"
However, he found himself in some trouble. How was he supposed to go back in time?
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An Old Man's Lunch
Science FictionAn old man trying to get his lunch back. This is my first story btw. What do you think? There may be slight edits throughout the story after it's published.
