all is still
no sound
except..that of a
brook
flowing
nearby
dense trees
all around
sound of
crunching leaves
beneath
running feet
we head
to the distance
through shrubs
n overhanging
creepers
towards..the
sound
a dwelling place
a doorway
but no door
a man
addressing..some
one
whose back is
turned away
a lady
busy cooking
for the day
n I said
we hear him say
I said
I do
it for you
I know
I am right
am I not
dear wife?
still..I wonder
why they
sent me here!
I just
DON’T KNOW
i hear him say
when
Father interrupts
turns to me
speaks..And
You know
what happens
thereafter
i stare
at a familiar
face
inside that place
hard..to pull
eyes away
come..time
to board
our time machine
Father speaks
i obey
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