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.

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Read the original in The Airgonaut as well as other stories from Meg Tuite, Jonathan Cardew, Robert Vaughan, David S. Atkinson, and more!