Are you my Mother?

Are You My Mother? Issue 2: Stuck in the Time-Mud

By Zoli

Last we left off, Greta found her mom, as well as found out that she had traveled back in time.

Her mother (or her daughter, she wasn't really sure) rubbed her eyes, and said in a groggy voice, “Mom?” “Good morning, sleepyhead,” Greta said, trying to keep up the mom-who’s-not-your-mom act. “What day is it?” (let’s call her Daughtom for now) asked.

Doing the math in her head, Greta decided “Saturday.” It had been Friday night when she had the dream, and she assumed that the days flowed seamlessly.

“YAYYYYYYY” Daughtom screamed, bouncing out of her frilly bed and down the stairs. “Saatturdaay!” Greta heard her scream fainter, in the kitchen now. I think my mom said her mom made pancakes on weekends, Greta thought. She hunted through the cabinets, looking for some sort of pancake mix. She found one, labeled “Gramma’s Own Pancakes”

“This should do.” she said, pouring the mix, eggs and water into the bowl. Her mind was whirring, a veritable idea generator, trying to think of a way to get back to her time. Maybe All I need to do is sleep in that bed again? She asked herself, grasping at straws while stirring pancake batter. “Here’s your pancakes!” She said, putting a brownish-black circle that vaguely looked like a pancake on daughtom’s plate. “I’m going outside to get some fresh air” Greta said, trying to think more about this time-traveling mess in private. 

She sat on the porch, picking at the already-chipped mauve paint, contemplating quantum existence, parallel universes and time-crabs. She thought over them again, this time, stopping on the second one. Parallel universes. Huh. Probably should have paid attention in physics class. She instinctively grabbed her phone, unlocking it and opening it up, only to realize something. “D’oh!” She exclaimed, realizing there was no service. She was in her mom’s time. “All right,” she said, “I guess I’ll have to study the old-fashioned way.”

END OF ISSUE  2