Moses bet on Three Square Meals for the the county horse races in his present day. He lost $30,000 dollars. Twice on Sunday won in a surprise upset. No matter. Seeing that he had the inhuman power to travel back in time up to three months to the second (and no more), Moses would go back to July and make sure the transaction never happened. In fact, he made sure he spent twice the amount he originally bet on Three Square Meals and put it on Twice on Sunday. He went back to November (the present day) to collect his check, but Twice on Sunday didn’t win. In fact, the horse took last place. This time, Half Past Your Bedtime took first. Moses then went back to July once again and took back his bet.
It was one of those instances where for some reason his actions changed the outcome of an unrelated event. Yet even so, such a thought is a conundrum. Perhaps his ticket purchase drove up the betting odds just ever so slightly that the green and orange betting boards changed just enough to distract another betting hopeful, shifting his focus on to the board just long enough for him not to notice the woman reaching into his back pocket, hoping to take his wallet. And perhaps the thief got away with the wallet and threw everything but the cash into the nearest trash, making it that much more heavy for the custodian of the building in the morning, making him take just a fraction of a fraction of a second longer to throw the trash bag into the dumpster due to the extra weight. And perhaps the custodian, being that much slower in his day, got into his car at the end of the shift that much later and drove off to where he reached a stop light. And perhaps the light turned yellow just that much quicker because the custodian was that much slower and he chose to try and make the light instead of breaking in time which caused the adjacent car to start driving that much sooner which caused a collision at the intersection of 14th and Hardy.
Moses returned home. To three months before and such. Hung his keys and took off his shoes. Walked upstairs, took off his collared shirt, and laid down next to his murdered girlfriend’s body in bed. The corpse had disintegrated into dust. The maggots themselves dust, having run out of body to feed on. Her face unrecognizable.
Her body definitely wasn’t supposed to be like that.
Grief is an evolutionary thing. Iguanas grief. Fish grief. Cockroaches grief. No one species likes the fact that they lose out on furthering their existence. A dead body means a lack of alive ones later. A loss of potential if you will. No return on investment.
So Moses goes back forward three hours.
Girlfriend still dead.
So Moses goes back forward eight hours.
Girlfriend still dead.
So Moses goes back 18 hours.
Girlfriend still dead.
Two months earlier, his girlfriend is still dead.
Moses goes back a total of three months and his girlfriend, unfortunately is still dead.
Each time Moses went back in time, the fresher his girlfriend’s body would get. With each passing hour, she’d come closer to resurrection. The farther back in time Moses would go, the more whole she’d appear.
Eventually, stab wounds in her abdomen began to form. Then they began to heal. Slowly, the wounds became fresher and fresher. As Moses approached his three month time traveling limit, the stab wounds whispered their predator.
It wasn’t until he reached his time traveling limit of three months when he understood his sad reality. He traveled exactly three months prior to to his present day and saw his girlfriend as alive as he’d ever be able to see her again. Freshly dead. The body still warm. The raw holes on her abdomen pooled with blood. Though the skin pale, it held its shape perfectly. He couldn’t have been more than two or three hours removed from the murder. But he couldn’t go back any farther.
Every day that passed in his time meant he couldn’t go back one less day in the past. One day gifted, one day stolen. The love of his life rotting in the bed more and more. Each week that passed took a week away. Almost three months passed and his girlfriend was once again the pile of dust staining the bed.
Grief is an evolutionary thing. Bear grief. Squid grief. Rats grief. No one species likes the fact that they lose out on furthering their existence.
A dead body means a lack of alive ones later.
A loss of potential if you will.
No return on investment.
Everyone wants to go back and save us.
No one notices we’ve died long before we left the stain and grime on the white bed sheet.