Novelist and more.
Asha hated time travel.
Mainly, because when she spontaneously traveled, she wouldn’t know what she had to do once she appeared wherever she would. It could be a week, an hour or minutes. She never knew.
Movement to her right from a window, set in a metal wall with a control panel beneath it, caught her attention.
Through the porthole, Jupiter floated directly into view filling the frame.
“Okay…this is new.”
“Push the green button! In front of you! Push it!” someone screamed.
Without thinking, she pressed the only green button she saw.
Then she was gone.