Book of Time XXIV: The Final Hour
An acre of land, found between the ocean strands, stood strong as a bridge across an expanding void. There was no time, only light. The tired mother said, “Let me hold my baby girl.” Her husband complied, moving the newborn with care. She said, “Please see to our guests.” Parsley held Mary, who lay sieged by strange illness. Mary said, “You’re bright.” The man cleaned his hands before checking her forehead. Parsley said to him, “Is there a doctor nearby?” He answered, “I am. Before I became a knight, I served as a physician.” Mary whispered, “Sage?” A silhouette cast a light pointing to their car. Parsley said, “Sage isn’t here. Mary, this man can help you.” The man said to them, “Her symptoms are evident of extreme fatigue. You two should stay overnight.” Mary said, “We cannot stay.” Parsley asked, “Why not?” Mary said, “It’s not our time. We belong elsewhere.” The mother said, “If you must. Thank you for saving our daughter.” Parsley helped Mary to her feet and to the car. Mary recov...