Light Ribbons - @Short Story

Light Ribbons - Part Two

Light Ribbons

by sloanranger

Part Two

They had been talking about his 1879 birth. He had survived the Titanic only to be killed in France during WWI a couple of years later.

She'd reminded him of something he'd said to her: "You said that irony was the shackles of youth."

He had responded: "Irony is one thing love, cosmic coincidence quite another."

"If I didn't know you better, Peter, I'd think you did it on purpose." She answered.

"What, getting myself killed? My love, I would never miss a chance to be with you."

It had turned out, the entire time period was filled with disasters, Marian had later researched it. Throughout recorded history, mid-March to mid-April had been filled with political assassinations, wars, man-made and natural disasters and general upheaval of all sorts. Everything had been thwarted because the jump had been attempted during the first week in April.

"It was a very bad time," Marian said. "I can understand how you could want to leave, become apathetic - even bored with so much death around you."

"Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy," he'd answered. "But I did not do so willingly, I assure you."

"I'm glad of that," she had said.

It was a few minutes after two AM and she had only an hour and twenty-four minutes to complete the pictures and locate the ribbon of light.

Bringing The Cup into the small bedroom she used for a studio, she sat down to her drafting board. In her thirties, she'd begun painting and found she had a natural talent for it. Marian discovered she was an artist, as she had been in so many incarnations - a graphic artist this lifetime.

She was ready to start.

She sipped the warm draught slowly, looking at the pictures lying on the storyboard in front of her. The drawings were complete except for the last scene: a picture of the hero and heroine together. It needed only to be painted.

(To be continued).