Hidden outside, I watch through the window as we share a kiss goodnight, unknowing it’s the last. I promised to not interfere, to record each forgotten look as I long for your lost touch.
At dawn, you rush to the corner bakery. Instead of returning to my own time, I follow.
No one knows what’ll happen when interfering with a timeline. A loop? Break the space-time continuum? But I know what being awakened by the sound of sirens will do to our children.
You step off the curb. I push ahead, watching your horror when the car hits me instead.
I am a Swiss-Swedish writer of fantastical and speculative fiction.
When not writing, I reorganize Swiss banks, raise my three children,
and read anything I can get my hands on.
Twitter: @LivStromWrites
Website: LivStromWrites.com
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