The Murder Of The Twenty-Third Century: Science Fiction

He was ticking along a-okay, just fine, peachy keen, diving into his archives of Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew, finding wonderful paradigms of the times, wearing a poodle skirt and practicing on roller skates, planning for the time that his decade would come around, rejoicing in the fun they would have. It would be swell, he thought, and that was when they arrested him for the murder of the 23rd Century. They should have known better, he thought resentfully as he was pulled upstream and into the Current, where he was stripped of his roller skates, though they let him keep the poodle skirt. They should have known that the time he loved wasn't a violent one. Just the gangs and the greased back hair, the--

Inspiration: "aver"
Story Potential: High.
Notes: I forget what this style of writing is called. There's a word for it, though. I like the notion of people being assigned to a decade or a century, to keep it in the Current, maybe space, just really super-futuristic which of course means reflections of the past as well. And a murder. And a guy in a poodle skirt. I do like this one, though I don't know if I could sustain the tone or figure out an appropriate plot. Not my usual bag, baby, but I could try....