Dalton Blakesley looked out over the English Coast. He turned to a tall fellow he knew as Jordan. 

“You can really fix this time loop I’m stuck in?”

“We can,” said Jordan. “Our technology is that advanced.”

Dalton had relived the same three days for a month already, and now the repeats could end. But that meant no more flying a Spitfire in a peacetime world, flying for the sheer joy of it. No longer would he meet Sharon, the sparks of love, flashing between them. No more waking up in bliss beside her. 

“Can you come back in another month?”

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2022/01/12/14-january-2022/

Author’s Notes:

I don’t know if anyone out there is unfamiliar with the Supermarine Spitfire. Here’s one just in case. This is a Mark XVI, a late model Spitfire still with a Merlin engine and its distinctive sound.