The Accident
Copyright© 2016 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 4
Elizabeth looked exactly the same, that was when I found out that time isn’t a universal truth. Elizabeth would live to be three hundred and fifty earth years old. When she died on Cassandra it was a day of mourning, Elizabeth was a national treasure who ‘died too young.’ She was waiting ... actually expecting ... for me.
“Find everything, alright?” she asked.
“I’m here, ain’t I?”
“Well then, shall we?”
“I suppose,” I said.
She opened a drawer and took out three folders, thumbed through them and handed them over, “Choose,” she said.
I looked. The files were “prospective caretakers.”
“You mean, I can’t choose you?”
“No. I’m the greeter,” Elizabeth said.
“If I’d known I couldn’t have you...” the pause dragged on well past the comfort stage, “I wouldn’t have come.”
“Well, you did ... now you have to choose a caretaker, choose a mission and perform before you can go home ... it’s in the book.” She thumped those damn rulebooks I read the first time I was here.
Three interesting Cassandran beauties, from too old to too young. Talented, intelligent and competent. Not a speck of difference ... until the photograph. Two nearly identical 32DD’s, blonde, svelte, shaved; the American dream girl. Completely qualified to guide a young man through life ... and death.
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