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Yesterdays Tomorrows
Which day of your life would you choose to relive?
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Tom Morgen is tired. Tired of work. Tired of marriage.
Tired of life. Worst of all, he's tired of himself. Stargazing one sleepless
night, he happens upon being given the chance to relive one single day of his
life. But chasing through his past days, each a shadow of all others, he
torments himself with indecision. How could he ever choose from all his faded
yesterdays and their desolate tomorrows?
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excerpt:
Upon that very thought, Tom felt the wind be still
within him. He shivered. And staring still into the sky, he sensed a presence
upon the face of the deep, reflecting his gaze. A haunting presence which he
was powerless not to perceive. The sky was its eyes, with the stars for a
stare.
And from the farthest reaches of surrounding silence, he
heard a voice speak his name: ‘Tom Morgen’.
The voice echoed throughout him as he watched the
blackness all around deepen into a shape—the shape of a shadow in darkness. The
ethereal form approached him, its enshrouding robes flowing as if by a breath
never to be breathed. It stood still before him. Tom clutched his chest. And
then the shape raised its own eyes: two bright stars opening to gaze upon him.
“I am summoned.”
Tom stood in utter astoundment—utter and dreadful
astoundment—before the black shadow. Its enchanting voice. Its star-shining
eyes. He grasped ever tighter at his bloodless heart—innocent, as far as he
knew, of calling forth the shadowy shape or ever summoning it in any way.
“Am I…Am I dreaming?” he whispered to himself. He did
not know if he was dreaming, yet he did know that he was not asleep. Without
turning away from the shadow’s starry gaze, he glanced suspiciously at his cold
coffee but possessed not even the strength to drop the cup.
Tom gazed onwards at the shadow of stars, feeling it
peer into his soul. “Who are you?” he finally asked. “What do you want of me?”
“Thine answer.”
“My answer?” whispered Tom, echoing the silence of the
shadow’s voice, and fearing the question unasked.
“Bestowed unto thee is the chance to relive any day of
thy life.”
Tom’s heart achingly fell away beneath the hooded
shadow’s deepening gaze. He could not stand. He could not collapse. He could
only stare in awe.
Which day of your life would you choose to relive?
