Once upon a time I attempted a time portal. Error. My dark matter pocket watch blinked,…went blank. The Shimmer. Time place unknown. Wind grass,…an island. Folks about,…all aged. Including the smiling woman that approached me.
“Bout time you got here Uncle.” …I’m known?
With a sweep of her hand she said, “…This place is an Elder’s Ark.
Folks to 120, and more. Next island over there’s a gal 135,…so she sez.” She gave a wink. Emma which was is, and will be her name said,
“The Arks are island communities spread around the world.”
“We gather by choice. We’re flesh, and blood rememberers.
Preservers of what was. Nurturers of what will yet be. This Ark is off the west coast of your former USA.” She looked me dead on, ”…A lot of changes Uncle".
My watch went into reboot. I told Emma I was headed to 1947.
She laughed, “…it ain’t going nowhere." She went on saying as how they dug my books.
"You finally published. Just in the nick of time too. Before the darkness. I especially liked your "Land of Dancing Ghosts”. …published? …darkness?!
“Most thought your Time Portal tales were fiction. Some knew better. Which is why you’re here. Pardon our intrusion, but we want to be part of your stories. We want folks to know no matter what comes they should have hope.”
“For there will be a future.”
I spent a month a night, and a day in their history. A time a world of healing, and renewal. Of hope, and laughter. A world of stories. I sat in Emma’s cottage took pen to paper. “…Once upon a time” I began.
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