At the end of the hall was a doorway leading to what used to be the foyer now elegant and carved wood, quality stuff not cheap … oh excuse me, inexpensive paneling. The door at the bottom of the stairs and out was part stained glass. What used to be two other apartments were simply other rooms leading to she didn’t know but would find out later. She stepped out checking the handle to ensure she wouldn’t lock herself out. No lock. “The twilight zone is more like it” but she did remember growing up during a time locking the door wasn’t necessary, in fact, she remembered when it was newsworthy to advise people to begin locking their doors thanks to a few instances of strangers walking in and something was taken. It saddened most but most were also aware of human nature and how things could evolve unlike now, or then that used to be now, that too many forgot what it means to be human although they were human and have to study human nature from a textbook reducing it all to what someone else wants you to think. It was accepted as now’s the time and isn’t it sad it’s come to pass. The only crisis though should you have asked her grandfather was stamps went from 2 cents to 3 cents making it inconvenient for exact change with an odd number.
Outside on the street the man sat. She looked around, at him, turned to look at the house which had taken on a Victorian flavor, spun around to see the road head down the hill, not a doctor’s office in sight, no autism center, no dumpster, no diagnostics place, no labs, just unpaved roads, land and the sweetest crispest air she’d ever smelled. The man on the horse laughed, “Ms Miggsie you look confused.”
That was a name only her Aunt had used and as she got a little older the way her Aunt loved the New York Yankees, it occurred to her she might have hoped she’d become a ballplayer and that’s what the crowds would chant.
“Just woke from a dead sleep” she smiled back as the realization that “this guy knows me, isn’t impressed with my full-length parka” and the clocks didn’t get turned back until next Sunday hit her square between the eyes.
WTF was all she had fighting off the panic clawing at her chest.
“Huh, and why am I panicking …”
Daylight savings time ends so fall back. She’d set the clock, the only one that had to be done manually, back an hour and went to sleep. A Horse whinny around 7:30am coming from under her window woke her. Rolling over she began to drift then heard it again.
“What … was that a horse”?
Looking out the window there was snow, mounds of it, but it hadn’t snowed much in winter for years. There was a horse and rider, a well-dressed rider or at least dressed differently, way differently. Men didn’t wear pants like that, and drove cars. No cars, nothing across the street but a large field, no buildings, no retirement home, no doctor’s offices, no haze over the horizon. No haze. The view was clearer than it’d been in a while. No stores in the distance, no highway, no hospital. She sat up in bed, bed, full-sized not the twin mattress she had on the floor she intended to buy a bed frame for. Candleholders on the wall gave the light.
“Where am I living?”
She got up in the same sweatshirt dress she’d passed out in and the clothes in the closet were the same.
“Talk about not making sense. This sure isn’t Jennie Logan being dressed for the times or am I? What direction did I go, back to where? How do I even know to think this?”
She put on her coat and headed out the door.
Men are descended from the angels
Archangels point of fact
I figured it out as I watched
A prophecy indeed
Now where does that leave us
I need you to have my child
He’ll be a special one
What about she
Well I can take it away as easily
She gives him that look
That a mother does with child aglow
The light in her eyes more brilliant than he could ever be
Are you kidding me
I could kill you if it were possible any other way
The baby stays
We are eternity is all he could say
Yeah looks that way
Esse quam videre
Come with me
He lay dying in her arms
His life he gave for hers
You got that right
She loves him anyway you see
How annoying can that be
We were made from that as the story goes
You can’t beat this boys
Made from you and light from him
That’s too cool
Pure passion shows
Another policeman got out. “Is he asleep?” The first one knocked on the window not too hard just firm enough to wake him but he didn’t stir. “I hate to do this.” “Maybe he’s drunk and sleeping it off?” “That’s a pretty deep sleep” and the first officer shone the flashlight directly into his face. “Look at his eyes. They’re partially open. He’s dead.” “Dead? He couldn’t have been for long. It’s dark, maybe worse than we think.” The second officer tried the door and found it locked. “I just did that.” They both went back to the car to radio an ambulance and rescue vehicle to get the door open.
“It’s dark …” he thought to himself as he looked around. “It’s still twilight. Maybe it’s not.” He became aware there were several people, an ambulance, a gurney, medics, someone standing at the door with a slim-jim opening the driver’s side and a rescue vehicle in the road so traffic could be directed around what was going on.
“Where did all this come from…”
He saw a man approaching as if he could see him. “He can see me? Who is that? Uncle Sebastian… Uncle Sebastian, you’re dead! What’s going on? Why am I talking to him if he’s dead?” It was Sebastian and he began to laugh. “Why are you laughing you’re dead!” He thought he’d shouted. “I’ve never been dead really. There are a few things about your family you don’t know. Don’t worry about this, walk with me Thomas.” Stunned he looked around, saw his body being loaded into the ambulance, workers packing things up, traffic being directed… “Thomas, walk with me.” He put his arm around his shoulders.
“I can feel that.” Thomas turned to his uncle. “I’ve missed you.”
He threw his arms around him in an embrace.