Forever in the Present
Her hair is as white as a fresh winter’s snow, but she tells me it was once a deep ebony. I didn’t know her then.
We didn’t meet until her face was criss-crossed with mountains, when her joints creaked and her eyes peered uncomprehendingly into the distance.
Sometimes I curse the fates that we didn’t meet earlier. Would we have married? Had children?
But dwelling on a fictional past is a disservice to our current lives. Sitting outside, I hold her fragile hand in my own and make a promise.
I will hold her with me, forever in the present.
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Alanah Andrews is the author of Beyond: A short story collection. She primarily writes dystopian fiction but tends to follow wherever the muse leads her.
