This is just fantasy, a grandson travels back in time to meet his grandmother when she was in her fourties, grandson is twenty**************************
I used to stare at her picture for hours. Her curly blonde hair that landed at her shoulders, her bright blue eyes and the smile that reached those eyes and made them shine brighter than any ocean I had ever seen. In the picture she was in her forties and absolutely breathtaking.
A part of me had always been secretly in love with her, The way she laughed or the way her perfume smelled when she would dress up. It wasn't until I had gotten older that I really started to understand what those feelings meant.
I also felt guilty, because I was 20 and the woman I was crushing on wasn't just some random older woman, she was my grandmother. The picture I stared at of her was taken years earlier in the early 1970's. I had seen other pictures of her but this particular one was my favorite for some reason. I used to dream of meeting that woman and kissing that smile and making love to the wonderful woman that she was.
My grandmother has always been a sweet, loving, and caring woman. She and I have always been close, you could go as far as to say I was her favorite grandchild. She lived in the same neighborhood as us so I saw her every single day. Even though she was in her sixties, she was still beautiful. Her breasts sagged a bit due to age but she had a hourglass figure that would make every guy turn their heads. They did turn their heads and would ask her out but even though my grandfather had passed ten years ago, she would turn every guy down. She always said she just wanted to focus on her family.
Sometimes I would be with her when those men asked her out and I would get filled with so much jealousy. I always tried to push it down though because that was my grandmother and I shouldn't feel that way toward her.
I just stuck with staring at that picture of her and would dream about her every night. I figured I would be stuck doing that until I met someone and got over the crush. That was, until a invention came out.
I usually had a 8:00 AM science class in university and there was a little cafe located in the science building and I would go grab a coffee and bagel after class then sit down and study. This day was no different. I sat down with my bagel and coffee and pulled out my books when I noticed a flier on the table. It said, "Have you ever wanted to travel to the past? See ancient Rome or walk with the dinosaurs? Well now you can! Looking for people willing to try our new time machine and see the past like they've never seen it before."
I sat there in shock. Could it be true? Could I really get to live my fantasy of being with my grandmother? I quickly looked at where the this was located and noticed that it was located in the room across from the cafe. I quickly ate my bagel and drank my coffee and walked to the classroom. The door was close so I knocked and a older man came to the door and said, "Hello?"
I showed him the flier I found and told him I wanted to hear more. He quickly ushered me in and sat me down at his desk. He sat down across from me and cleared his throat. "So young man you want to travel back in time? Maybe find something to help with a history paper?"
I chuckled at the humor in the mans voice and said, "No actually, I want to travel to the early 1970's."
The man nodded and said, "Ah the 70s, that was a fun time. I met my wife then. Any reason why the 70's?"
I honestly didn't know what to say, I mean I couldn't tell the truth. So I just said "Well the music was great and it just seems like fun>"
The man nodded and said, "Good enough for me. Alright I have some forms I need you to fill out and I am going to give you plenty of money to support you on your stay. Now, if this works the way it should, time here should not move while you are there so it does't matter how long you stay, time will remain the same here. There is a clicker with a button you will use to return anytime you want. When would you like to do this?"
"Oh I mean anytime, I'm ready now."
"I like your spirit son but you need to go home and pack. Go home pack, eat a nice meal, and meat me here what do you say in the morning?"
I smiled and quickly nodded. I signed the forms and spoke with the man that I learned was a college professor, about 70's music. My parents were always playing that stuff so I pretty much grew up on it.
I could barely sleep that night. I had to have a plan. I looked at the woman, my grandmother, in the picture. My fantasy was gonna possibly become a reality and I was so excited.
I walked in the next morning and the man stood up ad smiled at me "Hello son, you ready?
"Yes sir" I said. My grandmother lived in the same town her entire life and my mother, her daughter, had literally driven me past hr old house once so I knew exactly where I could find my grandmother.
"Good. Now son, you will need money to live on for the time you are there. Believe it or not you are the only one who has come with interest in this experiment. So do you think a million dollars will be good? That was equivalent to almost 6.5 million back then."
My mouth dropped wide open, "Oh my gosh, yes thank you so much. That will be great" I was only planning on a few thousand. I was just going to get my grandmother some flowers but I could buy her a jewelry store with that kind of money. The professor ran down what would happen with me and what to do when I wanted to return. I was listening but I also wasn't because I was way too excited. Before I knew it, I was walking into the machine.
I closed my eyes briefly but when I opened them back up, everything looked different. It looked like what I had seen in old pictures. I quickly looked around at the department stores around me to saee if I could see a date.
My eyes landed on a date on a calendar in the window of a grocery store, it read Monday April 13, 1970. It worked. I was in the year 1970. My eyes quickly caught the sight of a woman walking into the store. I quickly wiped my eyes to make sure I was really seeing what I thought I was. Right there, walking into the store, was my grandmother.
She was even more breathtaking than I had ever imagined. She still had her hourglass figure but her breasts were more perkier, Her hair slightly blew in the wind as she dug through her purse and pulled out a piece of paper I figured was her grocery list. She walked into the store and I knew it was time. If I was ever going to have a chance with my grandmother, this was my best chance. I straightened my shirt and walked into the grocery store.
I didn't really have a plan on what I was going to do. I figured I would just wing it but now, standing just a few feet from her, I was regretting my original plan. So I decided to just be natural. I saw my grandmother over by the fruit stand looking at strawberries so I walked up and stood next to her, pretending to look at fruit."
"The fruit looks nice today," I said into the open and mentally slapped myself for sounding so lame. But then as I turned to look at my grandmother, my brown eyes met her blue eyes and I was frozen. She kind of stared at me weirdly for a second but then a smile graced her face as she subtly shook her head and said "Yes, they always have nice fruity here. Um I'm sorry, do I know you from somewhere?"
This question should have surprised me but it didn't. I had always been told by my grandmother that I looked like my grandfather when he was my age. I just shook my head and said, "No mam, I'm new to this town."
"Oh, that's why I haven't seen you before. You look so familiar, I know I would have remember seeing you."
I smiled and said "And I know I would've remembered seeing such a petty lady like yourself."
My grandmother blushed and reached her hand out, "My name is Dorothy."
I shoo her hand and took in how soft it was. "Nice to meet you Dorothy. My name is Michael but people call me Mike."
And that's how it started. I spent the rest of the time in the grocery store with this woman I had crushed on for years. It was as if I was talking to my grandmother in my time. We had so much in common from music to books. We were even able to talk about television since I used to watch shows from that time period growing up. It was so weird hearing her talk about my mom and aunts and uncles though. They were teenagers in this time, it was just weird to think about.
Towards the end we eventually got to my favorite topic, gardening. My grandmother was a huge gardener and I used to watch her garden all the time. She was talking about how her husband, my grandfather was having back issues and shouldn't be pushing a lawn mower anymore but she couldn't find anyone to do it. I knew this was my way to keep seeing her so I volunteered.
"Are you sure? You really don't have to," she said but I quickly shook my head.
"No Dorothy, I love doing yard work, I really don't mind."
She smiled and quickly wrote down her address. I then helped her take her groceries out to her car.