Kansas City Time

by David

“Look here.” His stubby finger poked the map on her knee. “This is old KC. There’s the shuttlecock. One of these buildings must be the Nelson.”

She blew stray hairs out of her face and gazed doubtfully at the crumbling ruins. “We have a problem Bil. KC wasn’t wrecked till the teens. In the city we’re looking for, the Nelson hadn’t even been built. Your numbers were wrong.” At this rate, they’d blow through their grant money and find nothing worth a dissertation. No degree, no tenure.

“Well, let’s try again,” Natale said. “Use my coordinates. Your numbers seem to be off by at least a century.” Bil keyed in their destination and pushed “go.” Everything outside dissolved into a sparkling mist.