Lucy’s current assignment was in 1849.
“You’ve lost your husband, my dear?” Mrs. Bellweather inquired of Lucy.
“I haven’t seen him for a long time.”
“I’m so sorry. How can you stand it?
Lucy sighed. “Not very well.”
The motto of the Agency sounded so exciting — Time Travel! Preserving the past to secure the future.
Mike and Lucy didn’t find out the truth until it was too late.
“One of you must stay behind as anchor for the other,” the director said. “But don’t worry, it’ll only be for a few thousand years, objective time.”
It seemed far longer.
Jim M almost 9 years ago
Never trust an Agency! Great drabble, very thoughtful and artfully done.
D.M. almost 9 years ago
An anchor! 'Love that!
Sara Light-Waller almost 9 years ago
Thanks for all for the lovely comments. This was an idea I've had for a very long time. It was fun to try it out in the short format.