Thirty Seconds Tales #10: The Time Machine

A toothbrush, old polaroids, and a hair tie with bits of wiry, brown hair still entwined in it, were what remained of him now. The rest she had trashed when he had walked out on her thirty years ago.

Of course there were memories too. But those she kept locked in a heavy box in her heart, never letting them out, never peeking in. Or so she thought. Till he walked up the steps of her porch.

His son with ‘the other’ was ‘he’, reincarnated, right down to the ear lobes. It’s as if his return had turned time backwards to her ‘happy days’.

Her time machine bore news of a dual loss. A crashed plane. The loss had left him wrecked, orphaned and homeless, all at the age of 16.

She took him in, unquestionably. And why not? Finally, she had another chance at a family.

Life had come full circle.


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