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Genre: Speculatively Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
Slow moving traffic and gray skies contributed to Ted’s equally gray mood. The rhythmic thump and swish of windshield wipers lulled him.
He had almost drifted off when banging on his passenger-side window startled him. Leaning over, he opened the door.
“Mahalo, hoaloha. I must get back to my sheep near the harbor.”
“Friday Harbor?” Ted stared at the stranger’s crescent-shaped eyes and old fashion clothing. “Where’re you from?”
“Hawaii, but I work for Fort Cowitz.”
“They shut down in 1869. What’s your name?”
“Poalima. ‘Friday’ in English.”
A horn’s blast made Ted jump and the stranger vanished like steam.
Mahalo, hoaloha – thank you, friend.