The Chrono Café | $TIME Micro Story #34

This is $TIME micro story #34, a glimpse into the greater world of the epic story coin we are creating. Enjoy and if you like it, find out more about the project below.

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Marie wiped down the counter as the last customer left the café, the bells above the door jingling softly. It was a quiet night in 1926 Paris, and she enjoyed the lull after the rush. As she turned to tidy up, something caught her eye—a silver watch glinting under the low light, forgotten on the table near the window.

“Someone’s in a hurry,” she murmured, picking it up.

The watch was unlike any she’d seen before. The face wasn’t numbered but instead displayed an intricate web of glowing lines that seemed to shift when she tilted it. Curiosity got the better of her, and she pressed the button on the side.

The room tilted. Marie gasped as the world dissolved into a swirl of colors. When it settled, the café was unrecognizable. The warm wood and gas lamps were replaced by sleek metallic walls, neon lights, and strange customers—some human, others distinctly not. She stumbled back, colliding with a counter that hummed under her touch.

“What in the world…?” she whispered.

Before she could gather her wits, the world shifted again. The café morphed into a smoky Victorian parlor, filled with men in top hats and women in corsets sipping tea under chandeliers. A faint piano melody drifted through the air. Marie froze, her mind racing.

She glanced down at the watch, its glowing lines pulsing erratically. It must have caused this. Desperate, she twisted the dial forward. The parlor dissolved into a bustling war-time café, filled with soldiers in uniform and posters urging patriotism plastered on the walls.

“No, no, no,” she muttered, her heart pounding. She turned the dial again, and the café transformed into a raucous 1980s diner, with jukebox music blaring and patrons in neon outfits laughing loudly.

Marie’s hands shook as she twisted the dial backward. The world blurred once more, and when it stopped, she found herself back in her familiar café. The wooden floors, the warm glow of the lamps, the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee—it was all back.

She slumped against the counter, clutching the watch in her hand. Its glowing lines were now dim, the device inert. Carefully, she placed it in a drawer and locked it.

“No more experiments,” she muttered, staring at the locked drawer. But as she walked away, she couldn’t help glancing back, wondering what other eras the watch might hold.

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