I have been playing around with a time travel idea for a while, and this novelette is going to be my first in the series. Hare is the opening:
The fifties
were not my first choice as a time to seek refuge and 1955 was not my first
choice of year, but as I did my research and exercised my due diligence, it
became obvious that 1955 was probably the best place to lie low. For one thing,
though I needed to hide somewhen fairly low-tech, I didn’t want to go so far
into the past that I had to grow my own food and build my own house.
I also
needed to pick a year where I could blend in without too much explanation.
The fifties
were perfect for that. The decade had telephones and television and indoor
plumbing and air conditioning but it didn’t have facial recognition software or
stoplight cameras or laws requiring you to prove your citizenship when looking
for a job. You might get asked to show your social security card, but it was
easy enough to forge one of those with a totally meaningless SSN because in the
days before computer databases, what were they going to do, make a long-distance
call to another state to check a birth certificate?
