Time Traveling For A Goddess

Chapter Three

“Wait,” I said as the writing on the sign came into view. “Does that say Marytown?”

   John came up beside me. “Yeah it does.”

   “How’d we end up that far away then? It’s not even possible.” I questioned, as we got closer to it.

   “We flew,” Alyson suggested, rolling her eyes. “Let’s give up with the logical reasons and get home.”

   “Alright, alright,” I threw up my hands as we came into the town. “But let’s grab a bite before we get yelled at.”

   “Fine,” she agreed and we walked into a diner called Quick and Go. “But let me just say this. I had no idea we had a diner called the Quick and Go in Marytown.”

   “Yeah, but we usually just hang around downtown,” I suggested even though something didn’t feel right. We sat down at a table and a skinny waitress came over. She was wearing a black tube skirt, a light blue, button-down, t-shirt and blue flats. Her hair was curled and tossed elaborately around her head.

   “Hello,” she said smiling. “My name is Sarah and I’ll be you’re waitress tonight.” She handed us some menus and left.

   “Did anyone know we had a diner that had people dress like that,” Alyson snickered.

   “Don’t be mean, she looked rather pretty,” I said.

   “Okay,” Alyson rolled her eyes and John chuckled.

   I looked at the menu. “I think I’m gonna have a burger and water.”

   “Me too I guess,” Alyson shrugged. “And I’m going to use the washroom.”

   “Alright,” I nodded and she left, just as the waitress came back and took our order.

   “So how do you think you’re parents are gonna react?” John asked me rubbing his hands together.

   “Alright, except for the not going camping and being out all day walking and not knowing how I got there,” I said and shrugged. “Oh yeah and the store getting ruined.”

   He laughed. “So badly.”

   “Nah,” I said smiling and then looked past him at the next table. “Excuse me.” I walked over and picked up the newspaper on the vacant table. I looked at it, and then I saw the date and almost dropped it in disbelief. It read June 30, 1993. I brought it up to the counter where the waitress, Sarah stood talking with another waitress.

   “Is this the date today?” I questioned.

   Sarah looked at me curiously. “Yes of course. Where’ve you been?”

   I looked at the paper and then back at her. “Camping. I lost track of the days.”

   “Yeah, it happens,” she said sympathetically.

   “I’m sorry to have bothered you,” I told her and then went back to our table. I placed the newspaper down in front of John.

   “What?” he questioned and looked down at the page. “June 30, 1993. What about it.”

   “It’s the date today,” I told him. “No wonder we didn’t know there was a diner here. It closed down it 1995. And it makes sense that we landed in that shed. Marytown expanded and that’s where our store was built in 2008. We weren’t just knocked out, we were pushed back in time.”

   He stared at me with his hazel eyes. “You joking?”

   “I’m trying hard to believe it as well,” I told him. “But I have a funny feeling that we’re not in 2011 anymore.”

   “Damn,” he said as Sarah brought us our meal and Alyson sauntered over to us after her flirt with a waiter. “How do we get back?”

   “Good question,” I agreed and sat down. How do we get back?