"...souls"

This from my series of short time portal stories.

I want to write new ones. Our here and now makes it difficult. ...working on it.

I portaled to July 862 BCE Manhattan.

Wilderness, and rather cool even though summer. The long jump froze my Dark Matter pocket watch. I was there four days subjective time as it rebooted. No trace of people I could find.

Though they found me and were watching. I awoke on the second day to dried fish, and nuts wrapped in leaves next to me. I spent days living being fed and protected by the island's Mannahatta folk. I never saw the kind souls that took care of me. I left them a carved Blue Jay. Shimmered neon blue and gone.