Here's mine. That 75-word limit was a bitch!
A Rash Decision
I stood by the newly completed time machine. The agency I worked for had repeatedly stressed that unauthorized use was strictly prohibited due to the extreme risk of time distortion.
I again recalled my first girlfriend after graduating high school. She had moved away before we had an opportunity to fuck, which I had always looked back upon with great regret.
"To hell with the butterfly effect," I muttered as I powered up the machine.
