…and on the 8th day, micro fiction was published on some dude's blog.

The Butterfly Effect

Jose and Carmen sat in their driveway, their backs to the still-steaming time machine.

Jose drew in a sharp breath, producing a loud oink.

“Man,” he said, raising a cloven hoof to his face and scratching his snout, “the butterfly effect, huh?”

Carmen raised a wing to the crown of her head, feeling out the contours of the newly-acquired bump that was there, prying loose a flurry of tiny feathers; they drifted in listless circles to the ground in front of her.

“I know, right?…friggin butterfly effect.”


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