The world works in mysterious ways, in ways we might never understand. And we need to accept that.
After last nights episode I was a bit curious and afraid at the same time. I sat up all night reading through the journal and just thinking about how my life has changed in a matter of a few days.
This morning I went to pick up my stuff at my apartment, put it up for sale and resigned at my work with immediate effect. I have to drop out of University for the rest of the semester so I can figure out what to do.
I need to do this, I need to see what the shop and this book can show me, it's the only thing I have left from my grandparents and they want me to do it.
I got back to the shop and decided to change it around a bit and do some cleaning. Rosie was being lazy and just slept the whole day like always.
I came across and old clock, those clock's that you normally see in movies on the fireplace mantle. Then I remembered That I read something in the journal about it. I grabbed the journal and flipped through the pages until I came to the page about the clock.
"The 1920's was a time we treasure and this clock is a reminder of the amazing times we had. The clock was given to us by the Prince of Wales. After we helped him with......"
What does this even mean? My grandparents weren't even born in the 1920s yet. There was a knock on the door and then an envelope on the floor again. Yet again it had my name on.
What on earth is going on???
After opening the envelope I found a key and a letter. Reading the letter I just didn't know what was going on.
"Use the key to open the back of the clock...."
I did what the letter said and opened the clock, inside was a photo. The photo showed my grandparents and another person. On the back it says "the prince of wales with his gift to us"
It was true... but how?
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It's been two weeks since everything has happened. I reopened the shop and business is going great. I haven't received a envelope recently, maybe this strange thing is over now...It was Thursday and it's usually the night where I go for drinks with Gabby. Yes believe or not I made a new friend. Gabby is really sweet she lives across from me and that's how we met.
And she made it a thing now that every Thursday we go out for drinks to catch up. I got ready to cash up and put everything away when I discovered an envelope on the counter. How did this even get here?
Yes it had my name on again. Who is sending me these? And why am I getting them? My thoughts went wild as I opened the envelope to read the letter.
"Go into the store room at the back... that's where everything happens.
We will meet as soon as you need me..."
Dropping the letter I wasn't sure what to do. This person knows who I am but I have no idea who they are?
Maybe this is the person my grandparents were referring to when they said I won't be going through this alone. When will I need this person, would I ever know?
I grab my phone to phone Gabby.
"Hello" she said on the other side of the line.
"Gabby, it's me Paisley. Listen I'm not going to make it tonight but we can catch up this weekend promise." I tell her with an apologetic tone.
"Paisley what? But why?" She asked me. I knew she was frowning even though I couldn't see her face.
"I can't explain it right now, just something I need to do, okay." I tell her hoping she will let it go.
"Okay fine I understand, goodbye see you tomorrow then." Disappointment in her voice was clear.
"Goodbye and sorry once again." I tell her and hang up.
"Okay let's do this!" I said to myself. I walked to the back of the store and reach the store room. Opening the door slowly I couldn't it see anything in front of me it was pitch black, struggling for a few seconds I found the light switch. After my eyes took a moment to adjust to the light I finally saw what they wanted me too see.
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Lost in time.
RomanceTime waits for no one, and Paisley knows that all to well. But most days it feels like it just stops, making her world feel like a never ending story. At the age of 23 Paisley does what most young twenty year old's do, she studies and works a part t...