A Time Machine

50-word Microfiction

Srinath
Weeds & Wildflowers
Dec 11, 2021

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An image of four children playing with a ball in green fields surrounded by trees in foggy weather.
Photo by Robert Collins on Unsplash

Every day I’d go to the park, sit on the bench, and watch, as little children played with each other, and sang like the world has no worries for them, and I would be transported back to my childhood.

That’s all I had asked for: a time machine that worked.

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Srinath
Weeds & Wildflowers

Tired of a normal life. Afraid of a different one. I’ve taken refuge in Poetry and dreams. Aspiring Aspirer.