Microfiction: Arrive

I was the last to arrive at the meeting point, the other two were waiting for me.

It was awkward for me to see the pair of teenager and old lady smiling at me, wearing matching dresses.

I never thought i would ever feel the pressure of looking better than myself, or rather my future and past selves, and I owe all this additional pressure to the time machine…


Word Count: 69

Prompt:

Three Line Tales, Week 165

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