It was still the same house...but much earlier. The fireplace had no
burnt-in soot marks. The house plants were smaller. The rocks making up the
bedroom hall passage were rough instead of smoothed by years of passage.
And instead of the framed landscaped paintings were several detailed
etchings of what was presumably a naked baby Fred on a bear skin rug, in a
field and getting into other mischief. Little Fred had been quite the
exhibitionist.
Astra...
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decided to lay back down to see if time would re-right itself.
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met four year old Fred, who assumed that Astra was one of his many invisible friends.
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met eighteen year old Fred, recuperating at home from a sword wound and delirous as hell on pain meds. And horny.
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saw Fred's parents in a state of dishabelle. As in sex. Who knew the female back could be that hairy?
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found herself at sword point by a much younger version of Fred's mother.
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blinked and the house got even shiner and newer. Now the etchings were of honeymooners (also exhibitionists).
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heard a zombie's rattle-roar.
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