THE ROOM APART FROM TIME
“A ROOM APART FROM TIME” I found myself in a room apart from time. Past, Present and Future sat at a table. Off to my left was Past. Frowning and regarding me with eyes so blue I would have sworn she was staring into my soul that very moment. She had green-tinged skin and snow white hair that hanging straight and long seemed to enhance her youthful appearance rather than offset it. Leaning forward, elbows on the table and fingers stitched together I had the oddest sensation that she was suspicious of me. Though what I might have done to offend her I hadn’t the foggiest. Present seemed to be the youngest of the three. She sat atop the table, her legs dangling over the sides and not nearly reaching the floor. She had a broad smile on her face and innocence in her eyes. She had all the colour and dimension of a page in a child’s sketchbook, yet I instantly sensed she was the kindest of the three. And Future off the right seemed to be made of what I can only transcribe...