{"id":808,"date":"2014-02-09T15:44:32","date_gmt":"2014-02-09T15:44:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.stuartmillerosborne.co.uk\/?p=808"},"modified":"2014-02-09T16:01:37","modified_gmt":"2014-02-09T16:01:37","slug":"time-travel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2014\/02\/09\/time-travel\/","title":{"rendered":"Time Travel"},"content":{"rendered":"

On the 28th<\/sup> July 1947 Troy Weymouth travelled to the Dorsetshire town that shared his name<\/p>\n

His sister Harriot K travelled in the opposite direction<\/p>\n

Both used the red tunnel<\/p>\n

The tunnel was named Ghostcat <\/i><\/p>\n

After its inventor<\/p>\n

Both siblings knew this to be untrue as the tunnel had not been invented but found by Iklis Monks some two hundred years previously<\/p>\n

When Harriot exited the tunnel she recognised the mirrors of a dress shop. She was instantly employed as a mannequin<\/p>\n

Her exhibition was a dress of crushed green silk<\/p>\n

The street was of an Edwardian appearance although a space railway ran overhead<\/p>\n

It ceased at 11 each day an hour before the shop closed<\/p>\n

Troy Weymouth did not reach the town that shared his name. Instead he found himself next to a black Bakelite telephone with ivory buttons 1-10<\/p>\n

The telephone was called Amadore<\/p>\n

He waited for it to ring<\/p>\n

On the 4th<\/sup> December 1823 Troy Weymouth travelled to the Dorsetshire town that shared his name<\/p>\n

On the 5th<\/sup> December 1923 the telephone rang. It remained unanswered<\/p>\n

Harriot K travelled in the opposite direction wearing the dress of crushed green silk<\/p>\n

Both siblings used the red tunnel<\/p>\n

The tunnel was named Ghostcat <\/i><\/p>\n

After its inventor<\/p>\n

Harriot K found herself on a ship named the Santa Maria del Pinto<\/i><\/p>\n

Her dress was gone<\/p>\n

She wore only stained rags<\/p>\n

On the starboard side of the ship a volcano erupted in the distance. It plume of grey ash began to erase the high sun<\/p>\n

As Harriot K looked into the violent sky she knew the Santa Maria del Pinto<\/i> to be doomed<\/p>\n

She was now aboard a burning ship<\/p>\n

Adrift on a boiling ocean<\/p>\n

On the 14th<\/sup> May 2012 Troy Weymouth travelled to the Dorsetshire town that shared his name<\/p>\n

During his journey he wrote his sister a letter<\/p>\n

I taste your tears
\nas I write
\nwhat bitterness
\nis to be found
\nin your pen<\/i><\/p>\n

As the ship burned Harriot K pierced her side with a shard of burning wood. Her blood flowed freely and extinguished the nearby fires<\/p>\n

This was only a temporary reprieve as the bubbling sea was accessing the decks of the gutted ship<\/p>\n

Troy Weymouth did not reach the Dorsetshire town that shared his name instead he remained in the red tunnel<\/p>\n

The date was the 7th<\/sup> October 1616<\/p>\n

The red tunnel had not yet been discovered<\/p>\n

The monks who were to discover it were as yet unborn<\/p>\n

In his third hand he held a small brass frog held together by a spring mechanism. When released it revealed a pearl<\/p>\n

In minute detail the pearl showed a painting of a volcano<\/p>\n

Troy Weymouth swallowed the pearl and threw the brass frog into the gutter which ran in the centre of the red tunnel<\/p>\n

He wrote to his sister again<\/p>\n

I saw the peach sun
\nin the suburbs
\nof the tunnel
\nit\u2019s humour astounded me <\/i><\/p>\n

On the 9th<\/sup> July 1911 Harriot K was sitting on a bowls green in a southern county of England. She was dishevelled but was wearing her dress of crushed green silk once more.<\/p>\n

Above her the peach sun shone brightly in the cloudless sky<\/p>\n

Troy Weymouth stood still in the red tunnel and imagined the clock near the sea in the town that shared his name.<\/p>\n

The clock had stopped but this had not been noticed<\/p>\n

As he had little else to do he reasoned that if time had stopped in the town that shared his name, then as time was fluid he must be travelling<\/p>\n

2+2-2<\/p>\n

He awaited his arrival<\/p>\n

Harriot K now slept in the warm sun as a game of bowls was played around her<\/p>\n

Her dress of crushed green silk had changed colour. This colour had no address<\/p>\n

The oldest of the bowls players placed a telephone next to her and gently touched her exposed shoulder<\/p>\n

The telephone was called Amadore<\/p>\n

She awoke and held it to her breast. All its messages were routed to her heart<\/p>\n

2+3-2<\/p>\n

On the 25th<\/sup> November 2236 Troy Weymouth travelled to the Dorsetshire town that shared his name<\/p>\n

His sister Harriot K travelled in the opposite direction<\/p>\n

Her dress was now of the finest silk, neutral in colour. It covered her whole being with the exception of a tear that found no rest<\/p>\n

She was seated with the Iklis Monks who were dressed in the heaviest brown. Each had a beard rough in texture which she touched as they passed her<\/p>\n

Each of the monks fed her with trilling seed and basphelt wine<\/p>\n

They told her of their discovery<\/p>\n

0+0-0<\/p>\n

On the 7th November 1962 Harriot K was found dead in her cell. She had poisoned herself<\/p>\n

The monks prayed for her soul but knew that she did not possess one<\/p>\n

Her brother was distraught when he heard the news. He stood under the clock beside the sea and awaited its chimes<\/p>\n

It chimed six times<\/p>\n

Then twice<\/p>\n

Troy Weymouth travelled from the Dorsetshire town that shared his name<\/p>\n

His created sister travelled in the opposite direction<\/p>\n

Her name was Regina Roch<\/p>\n

Neither moved<\/p>\n

Both their journeys were suspended<\/p>\n

Troy Weymouth picked up six pebbles and arranged them in sequence<\/p>\n

2+3+1<\/p>\n

Time was still<\/p>\n

1+2+3<\/p>\n

Troy Weymouth travelled from the Dorsetshire town that shared his name<\/p>\n

His created sister travelled in the opposite direction<\/p>\n

She found herself dressed in rags next to the clock beside the sea<\/p>\n

Time was still<\/p>\n

The clock remained silent<\/p>\n

Regina Roch arranged pebbles in a variety of sequences. No sequence unlocked her journey<\/p>\n

On the 10th<\/sup> March 1959 she arranged the pebbles in the correct sequence<\/p>\n

The clock chimed six times<\/p>\n

Then twice<\/p>\n

A mauve tinge eclipsed the sky<\/p>\n

Regina Roch walked towards the sea and as she did so the rotting rags fell from her body<\/p>\n

The tunnel although red showed a neon construction<\/p>\n

Troy Weymouth did not notice the neon construction<\/p>\n

He came to regret this<\/p>\n

Harriot K had been dead for over four hundred years yet her body remained pristine. She was attended by the Iklis Monks<\/p>\n

Blood pumped through her veins but she was not allowed life. Her dress of crushed green silk retained its original colour which grew stronger as the years succumbed<\/p>\n

She was protected by the soldiers of the wall. They had fought the Ise with wooden spears but had perished as their battles became too narrow<\/p>\n

On the four hundred and ninety sixth anniversary of her death a monk named Lucien brought a black Bakelite telephone with ivory buttons 1-10 into her cell and placed it next to her lifeless body<\/p>\n

The telephone was called Amadore<\/p>\n

Six hours later the telephone rang<\/p>\n

\u201cAll time is organic\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

Harriot K left her cell and entered the red tunnel which was covered with neon flies<\/p>\n

She considered their movements possessed a gentle beauty<\/p>\n

The tunnel was in decay<\/p>\n

Sweat resembling tears ran down its faded red walls<\/p>\n

Time had become aware of its own mortality<\/p>\n

As the neon flies touched the tunnel walls they shone for an instant then faded<\/p>\n

Time decays time<\/p>\n

The monk Lucian placed the drowned body of Regina Roch on the bed where Harriot K had once slept<\/p>\n

He prayed for her soul but knew that she did not possess one<\/p>\n

Troy Weymouth had remained in the Dorsetshire town that shared his name<\/p>\n

He sat under the clock near the sea<\/p>\n

Opposite him there were five Zelkovas Trees<\/p>\n

Four green and one red<\/p>\n

The clock had not chimed for a thousand years. Many considered it dead but he knew it to be alive as he could hear its heart beat<\/p>\n

The neon flies had begun to suffocate the Zelkovas Trees. They were emerging from the cracks in the ground around him<\/p>\n

He considered their movements possessed a gentle beauty<\/p>\n

Troy Weymouth knew that he had a final journey. He had not travelled for a thousand years. He stood under the Zelkovas Trees for the last time. Their leaves were now made of blue marble<\/p>\n

No date had been recorded<\/p>\n

Dates were no longer recorded as they were considered obsolete<\/p>\n

1+2+4+7+14<\/p>\n

31<\/p>\n

1+2+4+8+62+124+248<\/p>\n

Troy Weymouth travelled away from the Dorsetshire town that shared his name<\/p>\n

His sister travelled in the same direction<\/p>\n

The monk Lucian sealed the door to the tunnel up for the last time. He was dazzled by the neon flies<\/p>\n

He considered their movements possessed a gentle beauty<\/p>\n

As he waited for the resin to set he failed to notice the smallest of movements at his feet<\/p>\n

The tunnel was named Ghostcat <\/i><\/p>\n

His fellow monks were to celebrate his casualness<\/p>\n

Harriot K awoke in a shallow wooden boat at the edge of a lake. She was naked save for a silk sheet which covered her knees. A gentle breeze explored her hair which copied the sway of the green-swirl that grew in abundance on the perimeter of the lake<\/p>\n

The lake was of many colours and was arched by a rainbow. She searched for its reflection in the waters but did not find agreement<\/p>\n

She stepped out of the rigid boat and walked towards the Zelkovas Trees<\/p>\n

There were five trees<\/p>\n

Four green and one red<\/p>\n

Under the first tree she found her dress of green crumpled silk. It had been destroyed and lay in pieces<\/p>\n

She picked up a sleeve and captured a blue marble leaf that had fallen from the tree. It was fractured and in the vacancy she saw an eye<\/p>\n

This was the eye of her brother<\/p>\n

She placed it under the second tree<\/p>\n

Nothing happened<\/p>\n

Harriot K crushed the blue marble leaf in her hand<\/p>\n

It shattered into many pieces<\/p>\n

8128<\/p>\n

She collected these pieces and placed them under the third tree<\/p>\n

The two remaining trees fell into the lake but did not disturb the waters<\/p>\n

In slow procession the pieces of the blue marble leaf became one but they did not repeat their creation<\/p>\n

Her brother stood in front of her, he was as naked as she was. He took her warm hand and placed her in the shallow wooden boat<\/p>\n

He lifted the rigid oars and began to row towards the centre of the lake. As they neared the rainbow they noticed that it indeed had a reflection<\/p>\n

Troy Weymouth stopped rowing. He motioned his sister to rise and both dived into the blue reflection of the rainbow<\/p>\n

The water showed no disturbance<\/p>\n

On the 28th<\/sup> July 1947 Troy Weymouth travelled to the Dorsetshire town that shared his name<\/p>\n

His sister Harriot K travelled in the opposite direction<\/p>\n

Both used the blue tunnel<\/p>\n

The tunnel was named Ghostcat <\/i><\/p>\n

After its inventor<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

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