Once Upon Another Time by Jettie Woodruff

They say we’re all time travelers in one way or another, and with every passing second, we alter the next second. Time is simply something lost in our own memories. You can’t see it, you can’t touch it, you can’t control it, and you can’t change it. It’s in a place where you can’t right your wrongs. A place where your history is in front of you, and there is nothing you can do about it. You can only move forward to the next second, and you certainly can’t go back.
Unless you accidentally meet a crazy little lady named Shotgun Roxy with a magic wand that is. One second I was a normal, middle-aged woman, living a normal everyday life, and the next … I found myself cast into a play with a parade of a characters from another time without a script.
Was I dead?
Was I in Heaven?
Was Heaven in the eighties?