You wait for me in the past, surrounded by machines keeping you alive.
I can only jump back a day, but it will suffice.
A memory of you smiling, head raised against gathering storm clouds, pierces my gloom.
Hugging you, I make a vow. I shall never witness your tomorrow.
Paul lives in Scotland with his wife and a small, but demanding cat. His flash fiction can be found at 101words.org and fridayflashfiction.com.
