Flash Fiction: The Time-Traveler’s Dilemma

It had to be the 1950s. Had to be. Ill-fitting lab coats. Conservative haircuts. Government-issue eyeglasses. Sturdy yet un-stylish shoes. Yup. 1950s. Beyond that, Dr. Leonard Brock wasn’t sure. The faces seemed familiar, particularly the motherly female with hands shoved deep in her pockets and the guy (behind her) with arms crossed like a cross father. Brock’s brain was jumbled from the time-leap, but he became a bit more settled with each step; more focused. Halfway down the hallway, he suddenly recognized the balding man standing dead-center: It was his grandfather — and he had a gun.