#Twittering Tales: Time warp

A 211 character tale for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. I know she doesn’t look like a Hippy really, but you get the idea.

Photo by Graehawk at Pixabay.com


We’ve all had that feeling of being the odd one out, the sore thumb, and when you can’t change your clothes from what you were wearing when you fell under a bus leaving Woodstock, you take it beyond the grave.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

24 thoughts on “#Twittering Tales: Time warp”

  1. What a weird coincidence — two, actually. One is that I dressed as a hippie for a costume party this past weekend. It was less like a “costume” and more like an excuse to wear some of my old clothes and jewelry – and wow, definitely the most comfortable Halloween costume I’ve worn in a while!

    The second coincidence is that I was just talking with a friend about ideas of the afterlife (in real life and in fantasy stories), and how old everyone would appear when they’re there. Would they look exactly like they did when they died — including wearing the same clothes, like the poor woman in your story? If so, seems like that would lead to some un-heavenly reunions, where you die and are reunited with your husband, but you’re 80 and he’s still 40. Or you’re reunited with your child, but she ended up becoming an older and wiser 80-year old while you died at 25. Not to mention, what happens when you die and are reunited with both of your deceased husbands? Quite a few conundrums to work out about paradise, hmm…

    1. So many coincidences today! Early this morning I got up because I couldn’t sleep and looked out of the window, noticed the Pleiades for the first time ever. This morning there was a poetry prompt to use the poetic form called the Pleiades!
      That last point is one that used to bother me when I was a kid and started to have grave doubts about the whole thing. Apart from the awful scenes when a man has to try and explain to the wife who died in childbirth about the wives he went on to have afterwards, and the scullery maids who presented him with their little bastards that they threw in the river, there’s the state people would have been in. Okay, you get your body back on the last judgement day, but what if you died in a plane crash, or you were eaten by wolves, or the neighbours if there was a famine, or squashed under a bus? What exactly would you look like? Zombie movies have got NOTHING on what heaven must look like!

      1. I was thinking about that too, the actual state that you’d be in. Given that you did just DIE of something, your body (or at least, its appearance) won’t exactly be at its best, will it? But I never thought it through: you’re right, any afterlife that followed that rule really would look worse than a zombie movie!

      2. Like I’ve never understood those religions that demand that bodies be buried with all their parts, so they refuse to donate organs. They want all their bits for the next life, but what about the crash victims? And what do they want their bits for? Surely a god who can resurrect people doesn’t need them to have an intact pair of lungs to breathe, or a heart to pump blood around? Why? Daft logic.

      3. I agree, it’s an excellent point! And yet logic so rarely is invoked when it comes to faith. Or cultural norms more generally, for that matter. I often struggle, when creating totally fictional religions and customs for Eneana, to make them both seem plausibly believable to the adherents and also realistic — that is, as inexplicable and illogical as real religions and customs always are, whenever you dig deeply enough into the details.

  2. I would never picture an afterlife with actual bodies, but you’ve certainly made me consider it. Maybe that’s why the whole idea of Heaven is so unappealing to me. No thank you. (K)

      1. I can understand that people who lived three thousand years ago might not have had our sophistication to doubt them, but that people still believe them…

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