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by Julie Vicky Sanford
Originally published by on 02/07/2018

I turn the key to the door. Instead an engine roars to life, startling me into reality. The now surrounding me like a heavy cloak.

I look around, not recognising my surroundings or the vessels that I'm nestled in, seemingly captain of the ship as I hold the key. At that moment, the radio hums to life. A familiar song – The Spice Girls. A band I remember, but from when? Five years ago, fifteen?

Preoccupied with the date, I don't notice the movement. Then the history of my memories no longer matter. Only two time frames remain. Before and after.

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