Years ago, she’d asked to be made older.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvfCl2aaNZl
Now she was older still, holding the same pocketwatch, still without hands.
“I’ve met myself too many times now” she whispered.25Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMh8ppHv1XK
“I want to undo what I asked”
I poured her Backroot Draught. It tastes of seasons rewound. But only the leaves know which ones.
She sipped. Waited.
“I don’t feel younger.”
“You’re not.”
“Then what changed?”
I pointed at the clock. Its hands had returned.
