The Genesis Chair

by Skip Simonds

Dear Reader,I do not expect you to believe what this book is going to lay before you. I am not sure I totally believe it either, but I am compelled to pass it on to you, at least for your consideration. Do with it what you will. Only I beg you not to set it aside, lightly or otherwise. Consider it.It started with a chance meeting in a small bakery at Victoria Station in the heart of London. I was there to meet a colleague and had arrived, as usual, way too early. I am very impatient with those who are late for meetings with me, and so am very impatient with myself when meeting others. That day I hit every conceivable "green light" and was at the arranged spot a full hour ahead of time.A nondescript gentleman asked if a seat at the table I occupied was taken, it being the tail end of rush hour and there being no other place to sit. As it was taken, but not for another hour, I told him he was welcome to sit with me.His name was Sandborn. And he was, if he was to be believed, a time traveler. And he was specifically looking for me. Or so he said. We spoke and while he seemed sincere, I suspected he was a con man.Then he reached into his valise and drew out a Times dated two weeks in the future. He told me to check it out when this issue was published. He would not contact me until then.It would take time…two weeks to be exact…but it would be impossible to manufacture a forged newspaper and have it be totally accurate down to the detail of every word in every story. In two weeks I would know.Dear Reader, two weeks came and the morning edition of the Times exactly matched the copy I had kept safely tucked away for the past two weeks. I needed no further proof. Later that day he came to my hotel room. He spent the next two days relating the story I am about to tell you. As I said at the Do with it what you will. Only I beg you not to set it aside, lightly or otherwise. Consider it. Please.

253 pages, Kindle Edition

Published February 8, 2021