July 15, 2517
BY J.M. NAVON[pic 1]
Joshua materialized inside a dark tunnel. He looked down at his digital watch and press the side button. The screen began to flash and on it is showed the year 2517. “This is not my vacation spot I am supposed to be transported to," he said. The time machine malfunctioned. His destination was Cabo San Lucas. “Where am I," he said. “It appears to be an underground tunnel”. The tunnel was dark, cold and balmy and he could not see anything in front of him. A chill went down his spine. He began to tremble. He yelled “any one here”. All he can hear was an echo of what he just said twice. As he moved forward, a cold drip of water fell on his forehead. The water ran down his face, over his mouth and on to his chin. He wiped the dew with the sleeve of his shirt. “It must be a crack in the concrete ceiling above the tunnel," he said. He felt something slither by him. He heard a hissing sound. “Could it be a snake or I am just imagining things” As he continue his journey, he saw the light on the ceiling of the tunnel. The light showed him the way to the time portable. A few feet from the distance he saw a window and he can see the ocean and the sand. Though he was not there yet, he imagine feeling the warmth of the sun hit upon his face. He could smell the salty breezy air, the crashing of the waves upon the shores and the seagulls above his head hearing a squawking sound. He could feel his feet sink into the soft cold sand and the small seashell pinch the bottom of his feet. “That is a relief," he said. My watch is telling me I can jump now in to my destination. I jumped into window and landed on both of my knees. I stood up and my knees began to wobble trying to keep a steady stance. I was able to walk straight now. Perhaps the coldness from the tunnel to the warm place contracted my muscles. I walked up to the straw roof hutch. There I saw a bucket full of ice and inside a bottle of my favorite beer Pacifica. I picked up the frosty beer bottle and a cold sensation ran through my hands and up to my arm. The warmth of my hand began to melt the ice on the bottle and I twist off the cap and began to drink it. The cold beer trickle down my throat and I felt a jab rushing through my brain. “The beer is too cold and I got brain freeze”