The Man From the Future
by Nancy Stohlman
I was in the bathroom unsuccessfully killing myself when the man from the future arrived. He must have noticed my hesitation, the colorful array of pills, how I could not meet my reflection in the mirror.
Looks like I got here just in time, he said, stepping from the shower.
How did you get into my shower? I asked, aware now that I was wearing no panties.
He held out an aerosol can. Instant Fame* it said in cursive script. He put it on the counter. By the way your future self says hello and don’t open another credit card.
Read the original in The Airgonaut as well as other stories from Meg Tuite, Jonathan Cardew, Robert Vaughan, David S. Atkinson, and more!