§ A Novel of Time Travel
I stopped moving, dropped my arms; and bowed my head.
“Please God. What is going on? I don’t understand. This can’t be happening.”
My heart was beating like a rabbit caught in a trap. It brought up acid into my throat; I coughed it back down.
Hugging myself again, I thought, “What if I have really, really gone into some kind of time warp. I don’t really want to live in another age. I like it in the 21st century. I love my wife. I love my house, car and job. I love my life.”
I put my hands out in front of me again and wobbled further off the right side of the road until I touched a big tree. I was abruptly fatigued. The adrenalin had worn off. I put my back to the tree, hugged myself and slid down into a sitting position.
I asked out loud, “Where am I really?”
I was so tired and distraught that I went into a daze. I huddled down putting my arms between my legs, my head on my knees and just shook for about 5 minutes.
As my body came back to some semblance of normal, I was able to get a little warmer. I was still cold, but I was no longer shaking.
I knew I had to find out not only where I was, but when I was.
If I was where I thought I was (near Sharpsburg, MD) I needed to make sure. To find out, I could do one of three things: I could continue northeast on this road to Smoketown; return to the farm trail and go north to the Joseph Poffenberger farm; or go southwest on this road to the Hagerstown Pike and then into Sharpsburg.
That is, if I am near Sharpsburg.
I picked the latter. I figured it would be less likely that I would be attacked by dogs that possibly inhabited the local farms.
So, off I went at a fast paced stride.