A quote: “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” ~~ Jean de La Fontaine

This is a repeat as I’m on vacation. A story I enjoyed writing and I hope inspires you, too.

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One hundred years of waking up in his own Keep and Noah was still disoriented by planetside sounds.

Noah’s life had been destined to be lived only aboard Ship. He knew it soon after decanting when Ship explained there would be several more Noahes before Ship’s destination. And as long-lived as he was genetically altered to be, he was still a biological unit, not immortal.

Then Rogue Time forced them to drop out of their journey, cut all ansible communication, and find an alternative world for the cryo-lives they carried.

A tapping at the door and Grace’s head popped in. “Grandfather, there is a great gathering for you. Do not disappoint.”

Noah waved his hand, “Old woman, I will be there, if only to have my journey give me peace from your nagging.”

She laughed hard, but it held sadness, too.

And that edge of sadness also gripped the crowd that held pennants and flowers as he mounted his horse, packhorses in tow. He turned and waved as he passed through the gates, his other hand inside his robes holding tight a small ansible.

Ship was hidden halfway ‘round the world. After 100 years, would she wake when he called?

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Now, it’s your turn.
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