Kay Austin 

Time Travel - Action Romance

Rogues

 Revered:

 Recent:

6 November 2009.  Centralia WA.   Rogue encounter.   We worked late.  It was Friday afternoon and I wanted to finish grading papers before the weekend.  She was packing up memories--her retirement at the end of spring term required a bit of housecleaning and sharing some tools of the trade that she wouldn't need on her next big adventure.  She offered me some Butterfinger 'bites' as she stacked her old CDs on the counter between our offices.  'Freebees' she called them--both the food and the music.  The offer was timely and generous. The chocolate-peanut butter boosted my energy; the music boosted my morale. She deduced my delimma--a common one for adjunct teaching faculty.  Not enough hours for Winter term to keep medical benefits.  She shot off an e-mail, testing the waters at another local college and the reply was immediate.  They needed someone for Winter term.  Could it be?  Did they need...me?  Thanks to this Rogue, they did.  

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 6 March 2009.  Recovered memory.   Rogue encounter.   Barbara's discharge from the hospital was final.  She wouldn't return.  She'd battled the cancer and lost.  I helped her dress, collect her belongings, and watch the clock until, long last, Michael arrived to take her home.  We parted at the elevators.  I'd see her again at the annual Queen Victoria celebration she'd planned for later that week, but at that moment, the moment the thick metal doors cut between us, Barbara's imminent death overhelmed me.  I wasn't alone in the elevator.  Strangers, three of them, silent and polite, were aboard as well.  One of them knew, though I'd not said a word or shed a tear, that I'd lost something very precious.  That Rogue, a soft-spoken cherubic woman, reached out and with a comforting pat reconnected me with life.  A small thing.  A touch from a stranger.  A kind word.  And yet, it restored my peace--the peace I would need in the days and weeks to come as I bid a final farewell to my friend. 

17 August 2008--Dad's birthday.  Near Cle Elum, Washington, westbound I-90.   Rogue encounter.  The collision had been severe, both damaged vehicles had come to rest in the sloping grassy median between the heavily trafficed east and westbound lanes.  Official aide had not yet arrived but rogues were evident in abundance.  With temperatures well into the nineties, the traumatized occupants were benefitting from the spontaneous generosity roused in most rogues.   

July 2008.  Spokane Valley, Washington.   Rogue encounter. Maybe the thick smoke from the distant wildfire set them off.  Breaking through the backyard fence, the neighbor's mixed breed dogs attacked the devoted labrador duo, Toby and Lily.  A 'visiting' part pit-bull, part terrier, led the snarling pack and took down Lily with swift and brutal precision.  Toby, a gentle giant, mustered the rogue spirit to defend the prostrate Lily and was severely wounded as well--proof positive that heroes are four-legged as well as two-legged.  This story ends well, no dog perished, Lily's near fatal wounds are healing, Toby is once again the gentle giant -- his scars vivid reminders of his deeds as her fierce protector, and the fence is rebuilt and reinforced.    

June 2008.  Near Ft. Lewis, Washington, southbound I-5.  Rogue encounter.  We'd just missed the action that resulted in a sedan straddling the Jersey barrier between the north and southbound lanes.  But, we were eyewittnesses to the heroic efforts to rescue the driver -- a young mom and her baby from the vehicle as it tottered fore and aft amid the heavy traffic.  These rogues were spontaneous, fearless, and capable; young and old; and male and female.  They were a miracle.   

October 2006.  North Shore, Oahu.  Rogue encounter.  Disguised as off-duty troops from Schofield Barracks, three highway heroes rendered timely aid and comfort to me and my family following a single car accident.  Emerging from the crash unscathed was miraculous. However, our rental vehicle was compromised.  Wedged over and around a monolithic concrete guardrail, the front quarter panel, wheel, and engine block appeared permanently wedded to the device that had foiled our deadly plunge into a ravine.  Rescue and safe transit before nightfall seemed unlikely given the isolated locale, the quickly gathering darkness, and a dead cell phone.  Shaken and stranded, we contemplated a long night counting stars rather when the rogues appeared--as they are wont to do--suddenly, unexpectedly, ready, willing, and able to step into the breach and save the day.  And, they did.    

Time Rogues exist.

  They live among us as everyday heroes capable of extraordinary acts.

Watch for them.

 Treasure the fire in their bellies and the truths they hold dear.

 Posted Rememberances:

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Mary Frye – 1932

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