It is day 12 of the 30 minus 2 days of writing hosted by Nicky and Mike of We Work For Cheese. Today's prompt is "The Day I Met Abraham Lincoln". Visit Nicky's post to see more creative stories.
The year was 1863, and President Lincoln was about to make a speech that would be known forever more as the "Gettysburg Address."
150 years later...
Ready as I'll ever be so here goes
Set date to 1863
Turn dial clockwise to 150
Press launch and close eyes
Count to 5
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the President of the United States."
This is truly amazing. It worked. I don't believe it. Well, I always knew it was possible. At least I thought it was possible. I hoped it was possible.
Oh the doors this could open. We have the chance to relive history, to right wrongs, and to learn what we should have learned the first time. We can prevent diseases, save lives, and maybe even prevent wars.
As I look around I see a crowd gathering. Abraham Lincoln is taking the stage. I am about to witness the famous Gettysburg Address. This is terrific, huge, earth shattering, but as with much technology today, in the wrong hands this could be dangerous.
As I study the crowd, one thing I didn't think about is my appearance. I stick out like a sore thumb. All the women we were wearing long dresses and bonnets. The men were dressed in suits and hats. The plain and the fashionable alike had turned out to hear their President, and here I stood in my 21st century clothes with my mouth agape, staring like some deranged fool. That should raise some eyebrows.
Fortunately, for the moment all eyes were on Lincoln. His speech was important and everyone was riveted. "Four score and seven years ago..." It sent chills up and down my spine. I'm standing in the middle of one of the most written about periods in our history. I had to pinch myself to believe I was really here.
All the years of research, late nights and testing paid off, and now, like the rest of the audience, I stood with eyes glued to the stage. Only unlike the others, I had future knowledge of where the country was headed and how hard the next years would be. A shattered country, continued war, loss and years of rebuilding afterward.
He finished speaking and amid thunderous applause he walked out into the crowd, shaking hands and speaking with constituents. Then he noticed me standing there still staring like a crazy person, my eyes following his every move and my camera case hanging from my shoulder.
"I say there madame I don't believe you are from around here. Might I ask where you are from?"
As he approaches me, I'm thinking this is fantastic...no wait, it's a disaster. I could be in real trouble here. I put all my efforts into getting here, with little thought to what I'd do after I got here so I can't explain my presence.
"Hello Mr. President", I said, "I don't think you would believe me if I told you."
And that is how I met Abraham Lincoln.