Your Unfinished Future

The last door closes behind you without hurry.

You leave here with a conversation waiting for you further on, with a line still open behind you, and declining something without ever raising your voice. You also go out unadvised by anyone, including yourself.

The Counterfactual Communications Boom keeps your line open. Somewhere a receiver is warm, and nobody in that kitchen has hung up.

The Civic Time Expansion Era expects you back. It is still holding a day with your name on it and no year to put it in.

Keep the ticket. None of these futures arrived, and one of them is now yours.