Nearly missed the chance to write for this week's Microcosms Flash Fiction challenge.
Separation Across Eras
The capsule was warm to the touch. It was Edna’s first indication of a larger problem. Someone with access to the laboratory had recently used her machine. The vials of bubonic plague inoculations she’d taken great pains to secure from a myriad of underground channels were also missing from the attache she’d intended to take on her one way trip back to Europe. Stepping into the small time machine she found the note her ex-husband and engineering partner had left her:
If you want your alimony, come back to 1473 and get it from me.