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It was a strange encounter by any stretch of the imagination. At least, that's how I remember it.

I'd taken Jen out for a meal. It was our forty-four day anniversary of being together, the sum of our ages or something else contrived like that. It seemed like a big deal at the time, which is why I'd forked out on a restaurant instead of going to our usual café.

We walked to her place afterwards, opened some wine and settled down with a movie. We were more interested in each other so we missed most of it. There’s not much more a gentleman has to say about the evening. We both fell asleep in each other’s arms on the settee.

I don’t know how long we slept, but it was dark when I woke with pins and needles in my leg. I expected Jen to be somewhere nearby, but I couldn’t feel her near me. I called to her, but there was no reply, only the sound of the extractor fan in the bathroom. I repositioned my tingling leg and drifted to sleep.

It could only have been a few moments later when I felt Jen rejoin me. I rolled over to spoon and put my hand on her thigh. My eyes opened quickly when my wrist was grabbed and yanked away.

“Don't do that again.” It was a gruff voice, not Jen’s.

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Paul Sterlini
Jun 19 2020

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Nice interpretation of time travel paradox

Tony Spencer
Jul 27 2020

Very interesting and fun to read!

Lily Larkin
Jun 19 2020