When my vision blurred and i felt my mind shift away from my sweat drenched body i thought i’d succeeded in making my way back home again.
I was wrong. Sure i’d managed to make sure one generation succeeded in getting born, i’d made sure of that with my great-great-grandfather several times.
But a look in the mirror told me this just mean i’d been transferred to the next.
“You’d better be ready in there” a gruff but familiar voice called out. Oh god, i’d become my great-grandmother. Turns out we were to attend a introduction into polite society to find me a husband. Tightening the corset to get the girls looking firm, i tried to picture the next man of the list. This night was going to be long and i’d only get one shot. Better make it count.
