Time Machine

He paused for just a moment. Until this point his rough hands had been furiously laboring to finish this delicate mechanical operation. The sweat dripped from his brow and stung his eyes. As he wiped his reddened cheek on his shirtsleeves, he suddenly realized how warm it had become in the room despite the November chill. He threw off his waistcoat and violently flung open the window. A gust of cool wind shot through the room. He closed his weary lids and allowed the wind to cool his distempered mind. For an instant he longed to forget it all, to abandon his project. Somewhere in the back of his mind he still longed for the position and acclaim he had once enjoyed before accident had occurred. But he knew that could never be. He remembered why he worked so diligently. He felt a surge of longing and courage course through his soul and he turned to resume his project only to realize that the candles had gone out. He hastily shut the window and relit only the candles most necessary to continue his task for he knew that he must work in earnest now. A few hours passed as he strove for completion. At last he picked up the wrench and finished tightening the final cogs. It was ready… he hoped. He tenuously turned each crank to the appropriate settings. Once the machine was set, all he could do was wait for the appropriate window of opportunity. The last few years had been an agony; waiting before they could be reunited, but this torment had only served to heighten his sense of diligence and not to weaken his resolve. Now that this night’s work was done, he picked up his fountain pen and a clean sheet of paper. He knew he must write a letter, just in case he did not survive the journey. He scribbled some nonsense about the division of the heart and the distance of time, but he knew it was no use: he could not explain what he felt through the pen and ink. He crumpled this sheet and began another, but he disliked this one as much as the last. Finally, he settled on one draft that was adequate in his mind, and proceeded to add his seal and then safely stow ed it in the inside pocket of his coat, which lay neatly across the back of his chair. He gently lifted his pocket-watch off the desk. There were only a few minutes left now. His agitation became more and more intensified until he could do nothing else but pace about the study. His overly heightened senses perceived a muffled noise. Without a second thought, he donned his waistcoat, coat and hat, and felt inside the breast pocket to ensure the letter was still there. He froze and waited silently. It was only a horse and carriage passing by outside. In disappointment he began to take off his hat, when suddenly, it began. A flash of white light lit every corner of the room and a low rattling noise shook the floor. Despite the piercing light, he was able to see the faint outline of an entrance and he knew he would just be able to power his machine and step across the threshold. He reached across the desk and threw of the final switch. An even deeper rumbling began that shook his very being. All his previous fears came flooding back to his mind: would his machine work like it did the last time? would he survive the dross-dimensional journey? And, most importantly, could love survive the test of time? He was unsure, but there was one thing he was certain of: she was waiting, and he could not disappoint. He glanced towards Heaven, stepped into the light, and was gone.

:::::::: This is my most recent 3-D design art project. I'll post a few more of my projects from this class soon. Feel free to comment or critique.