As you have probably guessed by now, my “short” story isn’t short anymore. I have written 2 other parts, and there are more to come. Here are the links if you missed them: Part 1, and Part 2. Read them first, if you haven’t yet. Then come back and read this part. 🙂
We left our main character nearly 200 years ago, on November 4th. She needs a chance to go forward in time, although she stays there.
It is winter. November. Today is the last Thursday of the month, although there is no Thanksgiving. I am able to walk a little bit, but I must stay in bed. There is snow on the ground, and I sometimes start begging the old woman who is taking care of me to let me go inside. When she isn’t around, (or I think so) I sneak out of bed and grasp the windowsill. Then the old woman gently touches my shoulder and whispers in my ear, “Hush now, child. The time will come soon.”
I tried to “hush”, but the next time I limped toward the window, she pulled me back into my bed and set a tray of turkey and potatoes on my lap. She handed me a fork, and I devoured the food. I hadn’t eaten like this since, this is probably a weird thing to say, 2017. I reclined back in bed, gazing at the ceiling. There were little brown speckles on it, and some water stains. I fell asleep in no time.
When I woke up, I found myself lying in a metal bed, on top of a small, lumpy mattress, with thin yellowed sheets pulled over me. I ripped off the sheets, and stood up, but a searing pain went down my right leg. It had a splint made of wood on both sides of my lower leg, and it was bound together by some rope, it looked like. Suddenly, a nurse rushed to my side. She laid me down in my bed. I was so furious, I started kicking her. With my good leg, of course.
She whispered something to another nurse, and the other nurse brought me a cup of water. I drank eagerly, and laid back in bed. Then I fell asleep.
When I woke up, the first thing I saw was a calendar on the side of the room. The month was January. Seriously? I slept through Christmas? But the date made my spirits fall.
January 31st, 1958.
I had awoken in a different century.