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Victoria's Cove
Victoria died over a century ago, but her presence is still felt in the cove.
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Chapter 5 - Time WarpEntry #293636

         What is the significance of twenty-four hours? Usually it means the passing of a day. For Elliot and Victoria, it held the potential to turn back time. Jason’s words clung to images of Victoria and kept Elliot from sleep most of the night. Dawn was an eternity away and then suddenly crept up to find Elliot scrambling to beat the clock.

         Morning clarity was not to be found. As Elliot parked near the cove, he immediately spotted Jason unloading his truck and joined him.

         “Morning, Jason,” he offered in a distinctly somber voice.

         “Top of the morning, Elliot. How’d you sleep last night?”

         “Didn’t much. But you probably could have guessed that.”

         “Sorry about that. Are you ready to send Paul to the great below?”

         “I’m confused. Please tell me how we’re going to do this?”

         “Questions. Always questions,” Jason snickered. “Soon enough, lad. Soon enough.”

         The two men set up the artist’s easel in the same spot it stood yesterday. The mood was distinctly dark. The air held a chill and gray clouds masked the morning’s glory. The cove was strangely empty, void of other artists or even a stray scavenger. An idol threat of morning showers washed ashore with rushing whitecaps, but only served to set the mood for the task at hand.

         When the silence could no longer hold, Jason turned toward Elliot and stared squarely into his anxious eyes.

         “Do you want to help Victoria?”

         “Of course I do.”

         “Then I must paint you into the picture....into the top of the tower. You must fight the demon for her.”

         Elliot gasped while attempting to comprehend the implications.

         “But, it can only happen if you are willing.”

         Elliot gave Jason a look of disbelief. "You can't be serious about this?"

         "Why not? It's been done before."

         "By you?"

         "Just once. About twenty years ago, I painted a man into a picture to be with his recently departed wife. They both longed to be together and I just assisted in fulfilling their wishes."

          Incredulously Elliot stared silently at Jason, realizing he meant every word. "You're saying his image joined hers on canvas. That's a fitting tribute to honor the death of a loved one. Nothing wrong there."

         "He dwelled inside that picture with her. In fact, they're still both there, roaming the countryside blissfully together."

         "I guess having that image has helped the fellow to cope with her loss after all this years. He must have loved her deeply."

         "Couldn't say. I never saw him again after the painting was completed."




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