I'll Be Seeing You Through Time (The Dimension Keepers) Read Free

mouth dropped open. It was still night, but the people filled the street. A boy pushed past him with a as he talked into a square device he held. A girl wore electrical cords that hung from her ears as though she was being electrocuted. She bobbed her head and sang to music that Glenn couldn’t hear. The cars were different. The buildings were different. A large silver plane that looked like a sleek bullet flew overhead.
    “What’s… going on… here?” he asked and fought to keep his composure.
    “It’s the year 2013. This is your year. As I said, it’s all in your travel packet.” Clayton pointed to the papers he held. . “I have to go, but I wish you the best.”
    “Wait!” Glenn cried. “I’ll just go with you back through the door, and then everything will be fine.”
    “Ohhh…no... you can’t do that.” Clayton shook his head. “Only guides can go back through. Once you choose to step through the door, you can’t go back.” Clayton tapped his watch. “I need to go, sir. Maybe I will see you again.” He whisked the door open, stepped through and closed it behind him.
    Glenn grabbed the handle and pulled. When it opened, the doorway was filled with a brick wall. He slapped his hands against the brinks. There had to be a mistake. He ran the tips of his fingers around each brick looking for the latch or an opening. He did this for the next hour until a small crowd gathered around him to watch. Finally, he shut the door and sank down to sit on the cement.
    He picked up the file and shook the pieces of paper and documents out into his lap. There was a driver’s license with his name and his birthdate listed as 1985 and directions to an apartment with color photos and maps of the surrounding city. There was also a leather wallet with five-hundred dollars in cash and a plastic card with silver numbers and a logo that said Visa in the corner. He’d figure that out later. Glenn put the papers back into the folder and hung his hands between his knees.
    He’d told Jewel he wouldn’t say goodbye, and now, he might never have the chance.
    He had to get back to her.

Chapter Three

    1942

    Jewel hadn’t slept. At four in the morning, she gave up any hope of sleep and got up. She boiled water in a saucepan on the stove and made a cup of coffee. Staring at the cup, she ran her thumb over the crazed porcelain and traced the flower pattern.
    On unsteady legs, she managed to clip back her curly hair and get dressed. It was over a mile to the docks, but she needed to walk.

    When she arrived, the docks were jammed with wives, girlfriends, families, and mothers. They were all there. Some were smiling, but most were crying. Being a tall girl, she could see over most people and searched for Glenn in the massive crowd.
    She frowned as her gaze wandered from face to face. Jewel pressed deeper into the throngs of people. She saw a seaman with light brown hair, and started to wave, but when he turned, it wasn’t Glenn. She walked slowly back and forth up the planks of the dock and watched the men say their last goodbyes and then part from their loved ones. One by one they moved up the gangplank with the final wave and disappeared aboard the flat gray ship that blended with the sky.
    She stood in the cool misty rain until the last man boarded.
    She tipped her chin, and pulled in a shaky breath. She wouldn’t cry. What else was there to say if she had seen him today? There was nothing else to say other than goodbye. So why was she so sad about not having the chance to see Glenn one last time and saying the words they promised not to say? It was just like him. He was thinking of her and trying to make things easier by boarding the ship early. Unfortunately, his plan hadn’t eased her pain.
    Jewel gave up her wait, and pulled her coat closed at the neck and trudged off to open the studio. When she arrived at the front of the shop, Brenda had a hip propped on the corner of the building and exhaled a ring of cigarette