Back to the 50s: A Magical Short Story

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Go back in time? A miraculous event offers Linda Wallace the once-in-a-lifetime chance to go back, way back - to her vibrant and happy youth in the 1950s - and to live it all over again! To top it off, she gets to take with her the hard-earned wisdom that being well into her 70s has brought her. With life passing her by, Linda often finds herself pining away for the past - and all of its carefree, fun times. Does she accept the offer? And what will happen to her if she does go back to the time when she was at her best, her happiest - and her prettiest? Will she, with her age-old wisdom and renewed youthful beauty, finally get the "one who got away" - David???

Submitted: February 22, 2012

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Bacaltk to the 50s

Chapter One

It wasn't hard for Linda Wallace to sleep. Or to dream, for that matter. In fact, sleeping and dreaming were a large part of her days, now that she was well into her 70s. Sometimes, she didn't even know when she was sleeping and dreaming. Or, when she wasn't.

At times, even life itself felt like a dream. She couldn't actually remember if some of her memories of the past were real - or whether she just imagined that she experienced those things.

Life could be so confusing.

And so sad.

Seated this morning, with a warm plaid blanket pulled up over her knees, Linda took another cautious, but delicious, sip of her scalding hot tea, mixed with plenty of cream and sugar, and looked out the expansive bay window of her lovely living room to contemplate the starkly beautiful wintry scene before her.

It was pretty. No doubt about it. But it was also winter.

The elderly woman sighed deeply, feeling an unhappy episode of melancholia coming on.

"If only..." She said, softly. No one was there to hear her.

"If only..." Linda Wallace said it again, this time with more feeling. She found herself especially wistful this December morning, as she meditated, with a soft focus, on the trees, toiling with stalwart grace under the weight of their icy, leafless limbs, and the few birds brave enough to still be in this corner of the world on a day like this.

Christmas is only two weeks away, she thought with little anticipation or joy. That was her life these days. Predictable and lacking in anticipation and joy. She'd lost most of her friends, some of whom had passed away as early as their 40s and 50s.

Linda slowly shook her head back and forth.

"This getting old is not for the faint of heart, that's for sure." She said it to no one but herself.

And that's how it all started.

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