by Sharon Sala
But there was no one there.
Goose bumps rose on her arms as she shivered. She had no explanation for what had happened, but the longer she stood there, the more confused she became. There were all kinds of fancy words that some might apply to her story, should they have chosen to believe it.
Time travel.
Time warp.
By whatever name, it was still a mystery. Whether it came from God’s hand or an old man’s wandering soul seeking forgiveness for what he had done by giving others a second chance, she knew what had happened. She didn’t understand it. But she knew it was true.
She glanced at the empty lot one last time and then turned away, suddenly needing to be as far away from this place as she could get.
By the time she got to the parking garage, she was almost running. She slid behind the wheel and then took a deep breath. As she glanced at herself in the rearview mirror, she suddenly wondered why she’d been in such a hurry. She started the car and carefully backed out of the parking space. She still had a good half hour before it was time to meet Daniel. Taking a deep breath, she brushed the hair away from her face and accelerated carefully through the maze of ramps.
By the time she pulled out onto the street and headed downtown, the memories of her years without Daniel and Hope were swiftly fading and her mind was filling with all the things she needed to do before Hope’s Christmas party at school.
She stopped at a red light and glanced at her watch. Someone honked loudly as they sped through the intersection. Startled by the sound, she looked up, and as she did, realized she didn’t know where she was. Frowning, she glanced up at a street sign, trying to figure out why she was here and then shrugged. She must have taken a wrong turn on her way to meet Daniel for lunch.
The light changed and she drove through the intersection with a smile on her face. The further she drove, the fainter the past became. A few minutes later, she pulled up outside Daniel’s office. When she saw him coming toward her with a smile on his face, what had been was no more. There was nothing left of who she’d been.
All she knew was right now, she was the luckiest woman on God’s earth.
ISBN: 978-1-4592-0101-9
THE WAY TO YESTERDAY
Copyright © 2002 by Sharon Sala
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