Years ago, she’d asked to be made older.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkJXAULCiV3
Now she was older still, holding the same pocketwatch, still without hands.
“I’ve met myself too many times now” she whispered.19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhhFiCEQHIx
“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.
