Gone With Time Novels & Stories

Time to go. Too bad he had other ideas. ***

There was no time to make him dinner. Still, I nodded. I could change my flight to 10 p.m. and let that meal be my last goodbye.

And everything becomes nothing, fading away to blackness. To Be Continued....

mind trying to figure out how to get back to them. She lowered her head and started looking at the table rather than the man which caught their attention, and they all began to stare at her as she quickly was putting piece by piece into a more significant puzzle that she didn’t even know was there. It was starting to make sense now. Her whole life was beginning to make sense now; she had been working for this moment since she was nearly ten years old. The theory that she had come up with then was that she wanted to travel back in time, but she didn’t know how she didn’t understand that there was no magical machine that can take you back into the past. So the part of the theory that she had

She couldn’t keep fighting what was already set in motion. “I'm inviting you over to my family house to meet my parents and family. Get familiar and acquainted with my big family. It’s the appropriate thing to do. If I invited you or not, our parents will still find a way to make it happen. We can take it step by step”. “So, we really have to do this. What time?” “This evening. I'll come pick you up at your place. Is 7 o’clock okay?” “Yes.” He stood up ready to leave. Clara watched him walk out of her shop. She couldn’t bring herself to wave him goodbye when he did. All she did was settle into her chair and weep.

My time gradually filled up with fulfilling hobbies and activities, and my pain faded with time. Just as I thought that everything was moving in the right direction, Charles suddenly reappeared in my life. One night, I had just gotten off work when my phone rang with a call from an unfamiliar number. "Cindy, it's me." My heart sank when I heard the familiar voice on the other end. "Cindy, I want to see you," Charles said, his voice cautious and pleading. "I need to talk to you. Can we meet?" "There's nothing left for us to talk about," I said coldly, rejecting him outright.