A Dagger through Dimensions — Chapter 6

Going Home

After leaving the crazy woman’s house, I ended up at a lonely crossing where the road leaving the foothills met a state highway. Don’t ask me what highway because no one had marked it. I guess you didn’t need to know such things back in the day. Anyway, it was dark, but at least the rain had stopped. I could read the signs in front of the headlights as I parked on the side of the road. One arrow pointed to Tropico Springs while the other led him to some place called Willoughby. There was no mileage given on either sign. The names sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place them.

But it didn’t matter since I’ll just be coming back when I hit the city limits!

The antique cars, the strange places on a map, the old-fashioned clothing were too much. I’m dropped into the middle of an old black and white movie that I usually passed by when surfing the TV channels. I appeared stuck in my great-grandpa’s version of the world while trying to figure out what to do next. The primary question tumbling around my mind was simple.

What do I do now?

I dropped my head, then looked up at the moon trying to peak through the cloudy sky. At one point in my life, I knew who I was and what my life was about.