Martin awoke with a start. The dream had been so believable. Carly stared back at him from a group photo taken during their college choir days. She stood beside him looking very somber.
“Why on Earth am I thinking of her? That photo was taken over 50 years ago,” Martin muttered. He shook his head as the image stuck in his brain. Poor Carly. “That must have been a year before she was killed in that awful car crash.”
Unable to forget the picture of his deceased friend, Martin visits Carly’s gravesite to pay his respects. While there, an almost-forgotten memory of an innocent, physical connection between the two of them creates a mysterious pathway to different dimensions.
An incredulous Martin soon discovers he can visit these alternate realities, where Carly is still alive, but is challenged with how to navigate in them. As Martin explores the different dimensions, he realizes issues in each one need to be resolved so he and the various versions of people he meets can find peace.
The big question remains — what about Carly? How does she fit in with all these realities? It is a dilemma that Martin must solve before he is forced to make the most important decision of his life — which reality will he choose to spend the remainder of his days.
Genre: FICTION / Fantasy / Contemporary
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The old man looked down the corridor again. Four paths spread out like a fan, each softly glimmered in a different color — red, green, blue and yellow. “How do you remember which one to take? By the color?
Janet cocked her head. “Colors? Are your glasses giving you problems again? Wait, have you ever had cataract surgery?” Martin shook his head. “We can take you to the optometrist tomorrow. “See? There’s only one way to go.” Janet gestured for him to follow, then seemed to disappear for a moment.
Martin shook his head in confusion but veered down the yellow hallway because the color looked inviting. As soon as he took that route, the other three colors disappeared in a flash, and Janet popped back into view. “Wow, that was weird,” Martin mumbled under his breath. “Maybe I do need Doc to check me out.”
As the pair entered the unit’s arboretum, Martin looked down at the beautiful edition of “The Hobbit” he was holding. “Might as well start from the beginning if I’m going to do this,” he said.
Janet and Martin saw one of the new residents, a gray-haired woman, sitting on a bench in the small circular area filled with trees and flowers. “Carolyn, this is Martin,” Janet said cheerily. “He is going to read to you.” Carolyn didn’t react to the introduction. A slight smile creased her lips as she stared straight ahead at one of the pink flowering crabapple trees.
