Title: Undercurrents in Time
Author: Pamela Schloesser Canepa
Genre: Science Fiction
Time travel took Tabitha and Milt to places they could never have imagined….
Now it seems the very things that cemented their bond will also drive a wedge between them emotionally. Travel to the future, discovery of a long-lost, troubled family member, and an unplanned baby all have taken a toll. Tabitha struggles to accept her new identity as a mother while remaining a strong, independent woman. She longs for a getaway, even a short one, but that getaway puts her on a collision course with danger.
Milt is busy trying to prevent a horrible future disaster at the hands of an enemy he has not yet met. While concerned, Milt doesn’t even suspect Tabitha’s plans, the very plans that will have her facing Milt’s nemesis.
Tabitha risks it all on a brief escape. How will she handle the unforeseen dangers she faces and make her way back home? How far will Tabitha and Milt go to prevent tragedy?
“Is there anything more you’d like to tell me? For instance, why you’re so tired.”
“Okay, but why did you have to come HERE, of all places, to get your sleep? Why would you take a joy ride in an antique car when you’ve got a new baby at home? It makes no sense.”
“I didn’t plan it that way, Lieutenant. I really didn’t purposely come here to get arrested and catch some shuteye in the jailhouse. This is just sort of how it happened. Now, I see it happened for a reason.”
“Well, I do believe it’s possible.” She felt so well rested, and a return home would bring her back to Milt with wider eyes and maybe even a fresher, more relaxed face.
Wilkes stood. “I don’t believe in it, but I won’t stop you from what you want to believe. Nor can I. enjoy the shut-eye while you can.” He stood and squeezed her shoulder.
“Back off,” she spat at him. Again, he’d made a creepy gesture, and it set her off this time. But then, she imagined, too late, that it was possible he really hadn’t meant it that way. A vindictive smile came across his face.
Weren’t these things taken care of in the 1980s? She wondered. Or was it the 1990s? Men couldn’t treat women this way. Except maybe this was reversed. He was the minority and therefore revered. Did that mean there were no standards of behavior for him? On second thought, she couldn’t remember it being that way for women. What a bizarre turn.
“Twenty-four more hours. I guess you’ll be getting a lot of sleep.”
Her face fell. No sunrise in the morning. She’d be released just as evening fell, tomorrow.
“It’s my husband’s car, by the way,” she added, to the lieutenant’s surprise.
“His name,” Wilkes asked.
“Adam Minton,” she answered, hoping they could find nothing truly interesting from her ex-boyfriend’s name. Hopefully, there would be so many with his name it wouldn’t provide them anything helpful. She also hoped and prayed they wouldn’t ask for a date of birth. She knew giving Milt’s name could lead to a person whose scientific discoveries might make them suspicious and want to search the Envo more closely. She felt as if she were skating on thin ice.
“Ill check into that,” Wilkes said, calling for Jobeth to come and get Tabitha to be escorted once again to her cell.
Tabitha resigned to stop trying to figure this place out and get some more sleep. That is, if Potato Woman didn’t want to talk. If she did, it might, in its own way, even help her figure this place out. She was off her rocker, but seemed to know things, or see things the woman certainly had something to offer.
Back at the cell, Potato woman was humming. Tabitha quickly changed into the smock that Pauline had brought her.
“Excuse me, ma’am. What’s your name?” Tabitha called through the cell bars.
“Don’t you worry about it. Ellie May’s gonna sing you a song.”
“No! Shut up!” Miss Dolly screamed from across from them, and she seemed especially angry. She obviously was in no mood for Potato woman’s antics tonight.
Where did the name Ellie May come from? It sounded like a singer’s name. maybe this was part of Potato woman’s identity in the past. The woman ignored Miss Dolly, and turned to look at Tabitha purposefully through the cell bars, while starting to sing, eyes wide.
Momma’s baby was born dead
Momma went way out of her head.
The baby boy wasn’t gonna last.
Momma later had a girl instead.
“I said shut up!” Dolly called again. Tabitha couldn’t blame her, but now her curiosity was piqued.
“What was the mother’s name?” Tabitha asked Ellie desperately, a shiver running down her spine.
“I don’t know.”
“No. you’re wrong.” She had to be playing on Tabitha’s worst fear. Of course, that was it. Could she read people? Tabitha was till undecided about these powers the woman seemed to have.
“I’m either wrong or right. Hey, did you eat the potato? It’ll take ya’ to another world. Would you believe I’m in the wrong decade? I belong in the sixties. I’m either wrong or right. Which is truly reality? Which do you wanna believe? I know you got some knowledge, too. You know you’re here for a reason. Everything happens for a reason.
“What are you talking about?”
The woman would not speak anymore, but only sat there rocking and humming in an eerie way that sort of disturbed Tabitha, almost as much as the song the woman had sung.
“Stop messing with me!” Tabitha turned away from the woman as well.
Time travel via potato. The woman was truly whacked. And the song? Coincidence.
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If you like to think for yourself and read accordingly, you’ll love this tale of a young woman whose marriage to scientist Milt Braddock and new motherhood have her questioning the independent flare she always used to have. Tabitha’s longing for adventure takes her to one possible future where she meets some interesting characters. A little bit of rocky romance, a little bit of adventure and future possibilities…You’ll be entertained by what Tabitha finds in the future and what she discoveries about herself.
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By day, Pamela teaches Middle School English. By night, she travels to other worlds and times, placing herself in the persona of her characters, all while sitting in her favorite chair! She has enjoyed writing for various reasons ever since childhood, when she realized writing and making up stories would provide entertainment for long trips and keep her company. Her tendency toward fantastic stories was reflected in tales of discovering modern day dinosaurs and talking horses that would give her advice. The writing of poetry provided an outlet for private thoughts and emotions for years until she decided to self-publish fiction in 2016. Pamela's genres include science fiction, paranormal fiction, and poetry of all types. The Made for Me series is Pamela's first published fiction series. She released her first full-length novel, Detours in Time, in the summer of 2017 and the sequel in 2018. Pamela currently juggles her day job with writing further novels in the Detours in Time world while cooking up more ideas for the character of Norrie from her Made for Me series.
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