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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: Second in a series that began with "Pueblo, Colorado Has the Answers"--A hidden sphere is generating a temporal field that alters time in a Northern California coastal town. It is Sunday, January 21, 1963: a six-year-old boy meets a man on the beach who asks him to carry messages to someone at the penny arcade ... messages concerning the new President.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Asimov's, 2000
Fictionwise Release Date: January 2001

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Words: 8201
Reading time: 23-32 min.
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"Come here, boy," he said, and his voice was so loud in the silence Markie jumped. But he came, at least as far as the edge of the water. The white bird ignored him. The old man was all in white, a long robe like saints wore, and his hair and beard were long and white too. His eyes were as scary as Ronnie's eyes.

"I want you to run an errand for me, boy," he said. His voice was scary, too.

"Okay," said Markie.

"Go into the town, to the arcade with the yellow sign. Ask for Smith."

"Okay," said Markie, though he was scared to go inside the arcades.

"Give him a message for me. Ask him how he likes this new servant of mine. Say to him: My servant has set himself to feed and clothe the poor, and to break the shackles of the oppressed, and to exalt the wise even to the stars. He has invoked the names of the old kings and the days of righteousness. Why should he not succeed? You go to Smith, boy, and you ask him just that. And go along the beach, it'll be faster. Do it, boy."

"Okay," said Markie, and he turned and fled. He made no sound floundering through the hot sand, but as he got to the hard wet sand there was noise again: the roar of the surf, the happy screaming of the little kids playing in the water. He ran up the beach toward the town and never looked back once.