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Future Boy By Clark Merchant

.possible?” “Anything is possible boy, you just have to believe. Now you say you want to show your sister ay” The man replied pulling out two golden tickets for James. James took the tickets politely and said “thank you.” He ran straight home headed for his little sister when in distance he heard the man exclaim “Be careful future boy there’s no telling what time you’ll end up in.” . | Future Boy By Clark Merchant In the year 1948 a spritely young lad called James was stepping out of a train. It was a normal day in June and it showed no signs of anything out of the ordinary. That was except for the ticket man. Yes the ticket man old and grey. The sort of character you would expect to hide pixie dust in his old brown tattered coat or have a magic wand stashed away in his walking stick. Come to think of it he did not look like a ticket man at all. Grey beard old brown hat. No he must have been. After all he was the man who gave James his ticket and he had no trouble getting it checked on train coming home from school even if it was gold. James began walking down the platform. Head down at first then gradually bringing it up gazing into the sun shining through the windows above. He lived a little way up Caledonian road and was at Kings cross station so he didn t have far to go. Soon he would be home in time for games with his sister Molly and a nice warm Super. But something was happening to the train station. As James eyes adjusted to the bright light above he couldn t help but notice that all the people had disappeared and the train station had started to look a little cleaner. Fresh paint seemed to grow up the stations walls and supports. Shops began to appear then escalators replaced stairs and giant statues erected before his very eyes. The Sun whizzed over and over the ceiling rising and setting at lightning speed. James was astonished. He wasn t scared after all he was a child and children like it when the world changes. The Sun slowed down and people started to appear again like ghosts. These events had taken James into another World. It must be the future said James oblivious to the crowds of people starring at him. He looked very out of place with his shorts and uniform. Not to mention his little brown satchel. James didn t care and was wondering the corridors of the station with his mouth wide open. That s when a digital clock caught his