The Missing Room

   “What’s  wrong?”

   “Wrong?”

   “Yes, you look – upset.”  

   “Upset?”

   “Yes, you went into the house and then turned around and just came back out, looking – scared.   So, what’s wrong?”

   “I started going into our house, but then it wasn’t our house.”

  “I wasn’t our house, what do you mean?”

   “No.  No, it wasn’t our house.  Everything was different, changed; the walls, the lights, even the smells.  The floors were – different, tiled, even the lights were brighter.  I went in and every room was larger, decorated differently.  Then I overheard distant voices and went to find who they were.  They were muttering in a different language but then a moment later I could understand them, but they were talking about things – that couldn’t have been possible or just not right.  Then I came to the room with a huge dining table and saw two men and two women discussing –I couldn’t listen anymore and then turned to leave and  that’s when I was  coming out the door again.  That’s when you saw me.  What’s wrong; everything in there?  

   “Yes, I’m very scared, because I know if I go in there again it will be our house and then I’ll realize I’m going mad.  I must be losing my mind to think I saw what I did and know that if I go back in there it won’t be.  I must be crazy thinking about a missing room.”

   The woman smiled reassuringly, “Savil, you’re not going mad or crazy, you’re just exhausted from working out in the heat.”

   “Thank you for that Dena,” He quivered, “I love you too, but I am going mad for I remembered now what those voices were talking about.”

   She asked, “The people in the ‘missing room’?”

   “Yes, about how we lived – and died.”

   I am currently working on two distinctly different novels, one has an Epic fantasy setting and the other modern-contemporary.  Characters from one are dreaming  about characters from the other as the others are seeing and experiences the other world as well.  Time travel crossover.

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