Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Scribbledehobbledehoyden: The Magpie's Eye: Page 110


Like cattle to the gods are we -- placid, balky, and blissfully ignorant of our true purpose.  Save for time traveler Amanda Nelson.  
She broke through.  And found herself in an ultrachronic plane.  It looked like nothing she had ever seen.
"Why, Bossie!  What are you doing on this side of the fence?"  A luminous being who could only be a god seized Amanda by the halter she hadn't been aware was there and tugged her inward.
"Wait!  What are you --?  Why are we --?"
Abruptly, Amanda found herself at home, in a universe where time travel was impossible and she was married to a man who beat her.

That's cold.  It was written to be engraved on the back of a stem-winder I own which has a bucolic scene of a farmer leading a cow back to the barn.


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