autumnfade

You wake up and its 1967, your on a beach Torrance you think?
In the distance a young woman walks along confident with not
a care in the world. As you pass you both say Hi and think nothing
more of it, its such a fine day not a care or cloud in sight as you walk
into an antique shop ,old trinkets from the past mixed in with tourist trap
knock offs made to look old and fool even those who know the know.
As your hand feels the insides of a McCoy Vase a soft voice from behind
ventures forth " Oh no I was interested in that Vase do you mind?"
You have just met Yvonne Craig , the 2nd time today