Stephen fell asleep while waiting to board the ferry.
He awoke, still waiting to enter , but the ferry looked strange. He turned. His middle-aged wife Leslie looked twenty years younger.
Stephen turned to Tabatha, their sixteen year old. Gawd, she looked in her twenties.
Everything seemed strange. “Uh, did I miss something?”
Tabatha, Princess of Blunt, said, “Oh, the tsunami that put you in a coma, 200 years in cryogenic sleep, and nanomeds curing us all. We’re taking you home since you woke up.”
As the ferry blasted into the sky, Stephen muttered, “Oh, is that all?”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers: https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/06/21/23-june-2017/