#DigiWriMo StoryJumping Part 19: Time is a Flat Circle

This is part 19 of a storyjumper for Digital Writing Month. To read the story (so far), follow the links:

Part 1 Bruno’s blog started us off with a personal narrative.

Part 2 Kevin’s blog began the story.

Part 3 Maha’s blog continued…

Part 4 Sarah’s blog…

Part 5 Ron’s blog…

Part 6 Tanya’s blog…

Part 7 Kay’s blog…

Part 8 Ron’s blog…

Part 9 Dana’s blog

Part 10 Tania’s blog

Part 11 Maureen’s blog

Part 12 Sue’s blog

Part 13 Rhonda’s blog

Part 14 Yin Wah Kreher’s blog

Part 15 Scott’s blog

Part 16 Jeffrey’s blog

Part 17 Wendy’s blog

Part 18  Charlene’s blog

[ The story jumps to Wry…]

After being rudely jostled by the old blind man,  Wry shrug herself off and started staring into the distance. Right about when Kevin/Keith and Sarah/Haras were about to say something to break Wry out of her reverie, she shouted a loud ‘O.k.!’ as if summoning the attention of a room of preschoolers.

Since they were all still in the teahouse, all Wry received were dirty stares and a few frustrated sighs from the time travellers.

‘O.k., What?!’ demanded Haras.

Wry leaned in to say “Time is a flat circle.”

A silence so thick you could cut it with a knife hung in the air as her companions waited to Wry to fill in the context.

“You all are searching for the second map.  I say there is no point to that!

I once was hooked on a mini-series called True Detective and one of the main characters kept repeating this over and over again… ‘Time is a flat circle’.

We will keep repeating we once did, over and over again, ad nauseum. There is never a first or a last.

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Don’t you realize that all this activity is futile?  Chasing after the maps won’t save your friend’s life.

Accepting that our lives are interconnected is the key to everyone’s survival!  

If we stop craving instant gratification, which often is in the form of social approval via Facebook/Twitter ( *smirk*), there is a possibility that we can slow the brutal repetition of Time long enough to forge a new world.

A world where people from across the globe connect with each other in authentic, creative ways – free from the interpretations of Mass Media Inc., free from the tweaking of various Middle Men.  A tangible, socially conscious community of loving, fractured souls who align more with their innate humanity than any other outwardly affiliation (be it nationality, sports teams (Go Bulls!), faith, or  politics).

How do we go about proving to Master Time that we are worthy of being freed from it’s clutches? We need to prove our humanity.

The maps are not from the Future. The maps are alive! If, at this very moment, any of us change ANYTHING,  from our order of Earl Grey tea to Jasmine tea, the maps will reflect the change.

I say we look for the other travellers immediately, but this time we have to beat the clock!   We need to get back to the source, the ukelele breaking.  Is there anything more unnatural then violence against a musical instrument?!There needs to a musical performance with harmony, syncopation (Jazz), and unity all in display.”

While the others stood stunned by Wry’s revelation, Sarah/Haras responded earnestly.

Ukeleles, as we know them today, originated in Hawaii.  I think we need to change our path. Let’s get to Hawaii to find the other time travellers – fast!”

[Next up is Grace Raffaele with Part 20 of the Storyjumping for #DigiWriMo!]