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“The Time-Comber’s Book, #8: Self Critical in Victorian England” (Flash Fiction Series)

Entry #8

The portal brought me to my next stop: what appeared a beautiful tea parlor in Victorian times. A woman with voluminous hair piled on her hand, not a strand out of place and looking as a piece of artwork on its own, scrambled all about. The room itself was in lovely form: A set of matching chairs with small blankets for guests hanging over their backs encircled a round table. On the side stood a smaller square table, with some elaborate ornamental frames.

The woman scurried about in a dress with a hefty skirt—yet it seemed impossible for her to trip over it even with her hurried steps. She frenzied about with some teacups, which she set upon the table, excitement with the preparations bubbling in the room around her, emanating from her.

Then she glanced at the frames and stopped. I saw not who was pictured in the black and white photographs, but I felt the Victorian’s heart gathering around a memory in her mind—then her heart fell.

“Why did I do that?” she whispered to herself. “I shouldn’t have done that….” And she slumped into one of the perfect chairs.

And though the home around her was ideal, everything in place and lavish as could be, I could feel some wound within her that was never able to heal.

There are moments in life when everything around us is perfect. But as human beings, people make some ridiculous mistakes. And that’s okay…really. Everyone still deserves to heal.






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“The Time-Comber’s Book, #7: Silence in the Three-Decade Amusement Park” (Flash Fiction Series)


Entry 7

The portal took me to a most interesting place: a very large amusement park. It had previously brought me to a smaller, more quaint park — but this was completely different.

The amusement park itself depicted one time period to another. Seeing those time periods and places in reality (traveling there by the portal), I knew they were not always as represented in the cheery theme park.

At first, I knew not what decade it even was — then I saw people with big bows in their hair, or their hair sticking high up. I knew it was the 1980’s.

One employee I saw, a young man, was pleasant as the rest, doing his job, and yet was bashed for high prices he did not create and long lines he had no control over.

One thing about being a spirit is that you have a chance to see places no one else knows…if only because they are closed for the day. One night, when it was very late, the amusement park was completely empty. The visitors had left — and no one was there.

And I spotted that young man coming in from the side of the path; I felt a forlorn yearning and sadness from him, walking into a place that caused so much turmoil from those unfair to him. He seemed to be headed toward the back, where I knew that his schedule was displayed.

And then he saw the beautiful lights shining on the pretend castle lit up beside him. A path led to the side to a make believe old-time village. Buildings formed with fairy tale towers beckoned on one side — and so did a miniature lake with parked boats…all bathed in soft light.

And it was completely peaceful.

He had seen his amusement park in all its supposed glory, with the thousands of people scurrying about it all day — but never had he seen it peaceful. It was completely quiet and still. Only beautiful lights flowed throughout — and you could actually see them without the stampeding people tromping through in the night.

And his forlorn sadness turned to gratitude and serenity.

This is the beauty of darkness and the sound of nothing.

(As of this writing, I am also trying to procure a photography camera in each era I visit to take actual photographs for this book. We will see how this experiment goes….)