Andrea stayed Erik with an outstretched palm. He stood dumbly in the doorway. Though she was not three yards away, he desired to be by her side, to envelop her in his arms, to feel her warmth against his coldness. He did not know why immediately upon his long-awaited return she had insisted on sneaking into the Palace of Time, but he would have followed her anywhere. And here he found himself, standing at the gate of the Chronological Banishment Chamber.

“I have randomized the time and space coordinates to transport me to some unknown place on Earth between 100 million B.C. and 2300 A.D.,” Andrea whispered. “I love you, Erik. With all my heart, I love you. But I must know that we are meant to be. So take two Time Mobility Vests, search, and come find me. I will have no way to return but for you. Then there can be no doubt.”

“Wait!” Erik bolted forward, but it was too late.

“Till we meet again,” Andrea smiled and slipped into the Chamber. An instant later, she was unknown hundreds, thousands, millions of years in the past and unknown thousands of miles away.

Erik broke into a government facility that night and began his long journey through time and space, looking for his love. He never found any trace of her, but until his dying day (September 14, 1638 AD, Jamestown, Virginia), he never gave up hope.

Neither did she (April 18, 465 AD, Tahiti).

This post is an installment in a continuing series of content coordinated by theme or motif with posts from Enoch Allred of Chiltingham, John Allred of clol Town, Jon Fairbanks of Funkadelic Freestylings of Another Sort, Eli Z. McCormick and Miriam Allred of Modern Revelation!, Davey Morrison, Joseph Schlegel of Sour Mayonnaise, Sven Patrick Svensson of Sadness? Euphoria?, and William C. Stewart of Chide, Chode, Chidden. This week’s theme: ‘Time Travel‘.


About John D. Moore

Writer, cartoonist, filmmaker, and student of Japanese language, literature, and cinema at the University of Utah.

One response »

  1. Logan says:

    I can't decide whether there's supposed to be something humorous about the fact that she was sent to Tahiti, specifically.

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