The alarm clock screamed at Jess to wake up. Its howling cries pounded waves of pain into her skull. A limp hand fell on the snooze button, temporarily ending the torment. The hand was cramped and curled into a loose fist. “Ow,” Jess cringed, looking at her right hand. Opening and closing it slowly. “That’s weird.” Sitting on the edge of the bed, her brain felt two sizes too big for her head. She flipped on the TV and strolled patiently to the bathroom for some Advil. “Good Wednesday morning Bill,” a female voice called. Jess cooed back, “ha, it’s Tuesday moron.” Stepping out of the shower, Jess heard the doorbell. “Hold on,” she wrapped a towel around herself. The bell rung again. “I’m coming! Hold on!” She grimaced turning the knob. _What is wrong with my hand?_ she thought as the door opened. No one was there, but a postcard lay atop the welcome mat. She Stepped onto the porch, looking for who rang the bell. Picking up the postcard on the way back inside, she began to read. “Yesterday, when I was you…” 2008-05-13T21:49:03Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/30147 <p>I figured the only physical trace would be a cramped hand and the note. At what point during the night did Yesterday girl leave, I assumed after the hand wrapping, so some trace of that would be left behind. <br />No problem on the sequelizing, I just couldn&#8217;t let it go without one.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/30147?basename=62145 2008-05-13T21:49:03Z John Perkins http://ficlets.com/authors/johnperkins21 <p>It&#8217;s interesting. I hadn&#8217;t intended on leaving behind any physical trace from the &#8230; temporal occupation(?), but I suppose it could make sense. Either way, covering the aftermath only makes sense. After all, if she wasn&#8217;t herself yesterday, then who was she?</p> <p>But more than anything else, I&#8217;m glad someone dug my first attempt enough to sequel-ize it. Thank you.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/30147?basename=62109 2008-05-13T20:01:50Z grabbingsand http://ficlets.com/authors/grabbingsand