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Memento Temporis: Uncollected Anthology, #20
Memento Temporis: Uncollected Anthology, #20
Memento Temporis: Uncollected Anthology, #20
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It's thirty years to the day that Jim lost the love of his life, Laina Jarvy, back in 1929. Now a colleague's wife has a gift for him: a watch that will take him back in time to save Laina, and instructions on how to use it.

Jim's willing to pay whatever price is necessary to save her--but the offer that he's given in the past, at the mysterious Crossroads Hotel, smells more than a little like yesterday's fish.

Is he about to save Laina?

Or get stiffed?

LanguageEnglish
Release dateNov 12, 2019
ISBN9781393821052
Memento Temporis: Uncollected Anthology, #20
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DeAnna Knippling

DeAnna Knippling writes eclectic crime, mystery, romance, and other stories with characters whose sense of justice gives them a bittersweet view of life. Her hobbies are cooking, taking long walks on Florida beaches, digging into the realm of open-source intelligence, fangirling over history, science, and psychology-and reading lots of fiction, graphic novels, and web comics while her tea goes cold. Author of the Sweet Granadilla and Dark & Cozy mystery series, you can find her at WonderlandPress.com.

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    Memento Temporis

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    The Crossroads Hotel

    Consider the hotel: a place often found where two or more roads meet. Your home away from home. The place where business meets pleasure, where opposites attract, where the questions of the soul have no distraction but the mini-fridge and cable TV, and where the familiar gets stripped down to crisp white sheets, the smell of bleach, and a mirror that doesn’t quite reflect the same face it does at home.

    A hotel can give the illusion of invisibility. What happens in a hotel, stays in a hotel…most of the time. A hotel can give the illusion of luxury. A concierge might bring you anything you want…as long as you pay for it.

    And as long as you have a reservation.

    Bring your baggage, bring your business, bring your hopes and dreams…

    But don’t expect to leave the Crossroads Hotel in the same direction in which you arrived.

    Memento Temporis

    I drove carefully on my way to the hotel. The last thing I wanted to do get in a car accident.

    In my pocket was a yellowed piece of paper. The thing had to be decades old. It had some instructions on it, and an address to a place called The Crossroads Hotel. I had hired a car, a 1927 Moon Sedan manufactured in St. Louis, Missouri. It was a brand-new car, but I had some trouble adjusting to the old-timey controls.

    In my pocket beside the yellowed piece of paper was a pocket watch. It looked like a Lalique piece, and about as delicate as a perfume bottle. The front was studded with moonstones and enameled with a design of bats and witches. The bats and the witches sort of faded into each other, so it took some investigation to tell where one started and the other ended. On top of the winding-stem, for the chain-loop, was a snake eating its own tail.

    Inside, the watch face was more unusual than I care to explain. The watch had nothing to do with telling the time, and everything to do with telling time what to do.

    I had come from 1959, all the way back to 1929. Thirty years.

    Science hadn’t brought me here. Aliens

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