Leah walked down Ashburton Road, the feel of the smooth asphalt so strange under her thin satin slippers. Dusk began falling, the same dusk she’d left moments ago, but over a chasm of five centuries. Moments, centuries—is time relative at all?
A truck engine roared in the distance, almost an assault to her ears. A tractor stood in the field beyond—somehow she felt a connection to it, a piece of her life, her time. It was what she was, belonging to no other time but now. She looked around and her life slid back into view: houses dotted with satellite dishes, a distant water tower, an electrical transformer, wires, coils. Modern times. Her life.
As she walked, she had a long think. So it hadn’t been a dream. Hugh’s scent still lingered on her clothes. His voice rang in her ears as clearly
