Love in 1860 (An Easy English Story): Part 1
July 15, 1860
Dear reader,
My name is Grace. I am 28 years old. You may not believe me, but I am from the year 2025.
Last week, I went hiking in the mountains. I fell down. When I woke up, my head hurt. I could not find my phone. It was evening, and the sun was going down. I needed to leave the mountains.
Then I smelled smoke. Maybe someone had a fire. I walked to the smell. I saw a small house in the woods. I knocked on the door. A woman looked out the window. She was surprised, but she opened the door.
“Please help me,” I said. “I fell and hurt my head. I don’t know where the road is. Can I sleep here? Can I use your phone in the morning?”
The woman said, “We don’t have a… phone. But you can sleep here tonight.” She looked around the forest and pulled me inside.
The woman was about 50 years old. She lived with her son. He was about 30 years old. They gave me some bread and a blanket. I slept on the floor. I was tired and went to sleep.
In the morning, I woke up. I looked around. The house had a wood stove. There were blankets on the windows. There were no lights—only candles. The woman and her son were outside in the garden.
I asked, “What is today’s date?”
The son laughed. “It’s July 15, 1860.”
Am I dreaming?
Yours truly,
Grace Miller
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