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Mark steered his horse down what would one day be Georgia Highway 20 toward Loganville. After a few miles, he veered off the road into a field, guessing he was about where his subdivision would be in the future.
What he was about to do was gutsy, to say the least, but it was the easiest solution.
He shifted forward to June of 2010.
He’d had an early morning job that entire month and Kelly had always gone to work after him. He didn’t want to try an earlier period, for many logistical reasons, and one emotional one. He didn’t want to see his kids alive. The thought of it nearly wrecked him inside.
5:00 AM seemed like a good hour. He’d been off on the distance though. He showed up in somebody’s backyard and had to walk another 500 yards to get to his own house. He snuck around to the back of it and waited out of sight.
At about 5:30, his old car pulled out of the driveway. Mark turned his head away. He still didn't want to see himself.
Kelly would be getting into the shower about 6:00. As soon as he heard the water turn on, he went to the back door and rattled it. If you jiggled it just the right way, he knew the dead bolt would slip out of its slot. He should have fixed that back when Kelly had asked him to.
Sneaking into your own house in the early hours of the morning seemed oddly criminal. He slipped into the family room, crossed it to the master bedroom, and then went to the closet. The water was still running in the shower. She’d be at least another ten minutes; she liked long showers.
He would need a larger backpack in the near future, so he pulled one down from the closet shelf. He remembered he hadn’t been able to find this pack when he’d left this house for the last time a few months ago, but here it was now. It was much more spacious than the small thing he’d been dealing with for the past few months. He transferred all his stuff to it.
Next, he stripped to his boxers and stuffed his antique clothing into the pack as well. He would need some modern jeans and a shirt.
He returned to the bedroom. That water sounded really good. A steaming hot shower would do him wonders. His muscles almost ached at the thought. That bed looked awfully good too.
Hurriedly, he pulled an outfit from his chest-of-drawers to throw it on, but he wasn’t quick enough.
Steam poured from the bathroom as Kelly opened the door. He froze, stiff as a plank. She let out a startled yelp.
“Mark! You scared me. I thought you’d already left for work.”
“I....uh....I forgot something.”
“Oh....what?”
“Uh...I...uh, spilled some coffee in the car and got it all over my shirt. Had to come home to change.”
“Oh...okay. Are you all right, honey?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He breathed easier. She believed it was him. Well, why shouldn’t she? It was him, just not the right him. This was weird.
“Well, I’m going to finish getting ready.”
“Okay, Sweetie.” How awkward to call your wife “sweetie” after she’d abandoned you. But this Kelly had not abandoned him yet. But she would. She closed the bathroom door behind her.
He sniffed the new clothes deeply, enjoying the fresh scent of Tide on the recently laundered shirt. He put them on. Felt good, felt clean.
He stole over to her dresser where she always left her wallet. This was why he’d had to come at this time of day. He’d never be able to get at his own wallet, because it would always be on his former self regardless of the time, except at night, and a night-time break in was not very appealing. He owned several guns. Wouldn’t that be the ultimate fulfillment of Murphy’s Law, getting shot by yourself for breaking into your own house.
Mark slipped her debit card from her wallet, stuffed his feet back into his shoes, and left home through the same back door he’d come in. Well, his former home that was.
It was awfully tempting to stay. But
What he was about to do was gutsy, to say the least, but it was the easiest solution.
He shifted forward to June of 2010.
He’d had an early morning job that entire month and Kelly had always gone to work after him. He didn’t want to try an earlier period, for many logistical reasons, and one emotional one. He didn’t want to see his kids alive. The thought of it nearly wrecked him inside.
5:00 AM seemed like a good hour. He’d been off on the distance though. He showed up in somebody’s backyard and had to walk another 500 yards to get to his own house. He snuck around to the back of it and waited out of sight.
At about 5:30, his old car pulled out of the driveway. Mark turned his head away. He still didn't want to see himself.
Kelly would be getting into the shower about 6:00. As soon as he heard the water turn on, he went to the back door and rattled it. If you jiggled it just the right way, he knew the dead bolt would slip out of its slot. He should have fixed that back when Kelly had asked him to.
Sneaking into your own house in the early hours of the morning seemed oddly criminal. He slipped into the family room, crossed it to the master bedroom, and then went to the closet. The water was still running in the shower. She’d be at least another ten minutes; she liked long showers.
He would need a larger backpack in the near future, so he pulled one down from the closet shelf. He remembered he hadn’t been able to find this pack when he’d left this house for the last time a few months ago, but here it was now. It was much more spacious than the small thing he’d been dealing with for the past few months. He transferred all his stuff to it.
Next, he stripped to his boxers and stuffed his antique clothing into the pack as well. He would need some modern jeans and a shirt.
He returned to the bedroom. That water sounded really good. A steaming hot shower would do him wonders. His muscles almost ached at the thought. That bed looked awfully good too.
Hurriedly, he pulled an outfit from his chest-of-drawers to throw it on, but he wasn’t quick enough.
Steam poured from the bathroom as Kelly opened the door. He froze, stiff as a plank. She let out a startled yelp.
“Mark! You scared me. I thought you’d already left for work.”
“I....uh....I forgot something.”
“Oh....what?”
“Uh...I...uh, spilled some coffee in the car and got it all over my shirt. Had to come home to change.”
“Oh...okay. Are you all right, honey?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He breathed easier. She believed it was him. Well, why shouldn’t she? It was him, just not the right him. This was weird.
“Well, I’m going to finish getting ready.”
“Okay, Sweetie.” How awkward to call your wife “sweetie” after she’d abandoned you. But this Kelly had not abandoned him yet. But she would. She closed the bathroom door behind her.
He sniffed the new clothes deeply, enjoying the fresh scent of Tide on the recently laundered shirt. He put them on. Felt good, felt clean.
He stole over to her dresser where she always left her wallet. This was why he’d had to come at this time of day. He’d never be able to get at his own wallet, because it would always be on his former self regardless of the time, except at night, and a night-time break in was not very appealing. He owned several guns. Wouldn’t that be the ultimate fulfillment of Murphy’s Law, getting shot by yourself for breaking into your own house.
Mark slipped her debit card from her wallet, stuffed his feet back into his shoes, and left home through the same back door he’d come in. Well, his former home that was.
It was awfully tempting to stay. But
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