Mrs. Nash’s Ashes

Washington, District of Columbia, January 2021

Washington, District of Columbia

How odd, thought Rose. The small glimpse of her new neighbors she had caught as they moved in yesterday revealed a couple—a stiff-moving young man with Buddy Holly glasses who was in dire need of a haircut in her opinion, and a petite redhead with a luminous smile and an intriguing aura of chaotic energy about her.

Rose estimated them to be in their mid-twenties perhaps.

Certainly not old enough to have been alive when this music was popular.

As another track came through the wall—something by Elton John (and, oh, she had always enjoyed that man and his flamboyant glasses)—Rose began to wonder if she had a time traveler living next to her.

And it turned out that, in a way, she did.