copyright Jan Wayne Fields
The booth clung to the edge of the fairground like a leech. The owner sat alone, swiping at a futuristic-looking tablet.
“Whadya got?” I asked.
He stood, flashing me a shark grin. “Novelties from lost places.” He proffered a small box. “From the Garden of Eden. Real apple wood.”
I rummaged through the items. “Lost places? Really?” I held up a hat marked CALIFORNIA.
He glanced at his watch. It had no time, just the year: 2020.
“How’d that get in there?” His shark grin widened as he shoved the hat behind him. “Now, how about a T-shirt from Atlantis?”
The Green-Walled Tower 