The 53rd Attempt
Copyright 10/9/2013 by Raymond Daley
“Why do you think it's not working then?” I said, looking at him again.
He gave me that look, he was clearly unhappy at something. I assumed he was probably hungry, he normally is. Or bored of this whole repair business. I know I am. It's starting to get annoying.
“The current flows, all connections appear to be sound, the program is fully debugged. So why won't it work?” I asked. I stared at him once more.
“You aren't helping Max!” I shouted at him.
It wasn't his fault, he was only a dog. I scratched him behind the ears by way of an apology.
“I'm sorry Max. I shouldn't shout at you. It wasn't your idea to invent a bloody time machine. It was Franz. He goaded me into it.” I was angry at the world in general, Max just happened to be the closest thing to me that I could talk to and bore the brunt of my rage.
Even then I was still lying to myself about what I'd just said. Franz had but a minor part in this idea. Only one man could fully shoulder the blame.