Stale cigaretts, ashes, and fast food wrapers. That was what I noticed most about his car as the clean bright snow-capped mountains, trees, and fields swept past. His face was worn, his hair gone grey, yet I remembered as we drove, remembered this soul in a place outside of time. Here were the seasons turned and the years actually meant something, I was aware again of what we were.
“It’s hard to remember too much. You lose focus. You forget what you’re doing. You forget where you are.”
“Where am I?”
“In Smart-Ass-Ville. Don’t do this, Ceres.”
“I have to. I don’t want to forget you or lose my way back here.”
I loved how the springy thick green moss grew everywhere, even beneath the flowing crystalline waters of the brook, and bloomed in tiny stars of rainbow hues. I loved the trackless forest, the white throated roar of countless falls, and the way the trees sang, the scent of flowers and warm pine mulch…
“Forget me?” she asked, incredulous. “You dolt. It’s yourself you’re going to forget. You have to leave something behind and that’s what it’s most likely to be.”
“Not so. Well, not necessarily. I know of more than a few who’ve remembered.”
She doesn’t try to argue this time; instead asking, “Have you decided on destination then?”
“Yes!” I grin at her. “I’m going back to where I’ve just come from.”
“Oh no. Not there.” She looks panic stricken for a moment. “Seriously?”
I hand her the little blue disk and she takes it, a deep crease furrowing her otherwise luminous smooth brow.
And so I’d gone back into Time. The transition itself I cannot recall. But I remembered him; remembered that one of the reasons I came was simply because he was here and he’d need me. We’d been friends long before time began and had met up often in the Garden of Elysium out past the belief territories. Only last time he hadn’t been there and I’d gone back into Time again in hope of retrieving him.
Just a story idea I’m playing with. Tell me what you think?