Hogarth placed a wildflower bouquet at the weathered roadside cross. He couldn’t read the stranger’s name, but he knew, in reversed circumstances, he’d want the same.
It was only through the flash of headlights and screeching tires that Hogarth realized the cross’s name was his, the date of death: today.
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A nice premonition and or Twilight Zone type of message from the future. Well done!
Nice!
A leap into a parallel world where everything is exactly the same, but just a little bit different, like the date of your visit– trying to discern the details of what’s happening there seems to be a sure way to become a part of that world never to return again.
please correct me if I’m misteken. A great, thought provoking piece and a very intersting idea distilled in so few words!
This gave me shivers…