It was a gorgeous day. The sky was that dark blue that is reserved for only the nicest of autumn days. A herd of deer foraged in the meadow overlooking the glacial stream. The clear water of the stream sparkled like diamonds in the warm sun. Birds flitted back and forth, from one shrub to the other. In the distance the dark green blur of the boreal forest could be made out in the distance.
How could anyone be unhappy on such a day?
But Dr. Stevens was unhappy; very unhappy.
“A few measly thousand years for the first ones to arrive from Asia, but I arrived early,” he muttered. “Too early. And…”
Through the voice of the rushing water and the singing of the birds Dr. Stevens heard and felt a deep rumble. He sighed and turned to look, knowing what he’d see.
The herd of mammoth were on the move again, once more trampling over the remains of his destroyed time machine.
I wanted inspiration for a new story, so I picked an old drawing at random. Here it is :)