Travel

The register beeped as the cost of the groceries was withdrawn from his account. He turned, catching sight of the rain through the supermarket window. He figured he would teleport home to keep dry.

As he left the payment area, he pulled out his phone and opened the app. He selected “Home”, and hit the button labelled “Begin transmission”.

An itchiness crept in across his body, then an indescribable pain as his cells were torn apart and copied to his house, destroying the originals. Finally, it all went black.

***

Sat on the couch, she heard him arrive.

“Hey Trish, I’m home!”