There’s always tomorrow

I want to look perfect when I see her. I disguise my now-thinning hair with curls and hairspray; check my reflection. She won’t notice a difference.

The receptionist at TimeLab smiles sadly. She’s seen me near-daily for twelve years. My request never changes.

She reminds me: Attempted Past Modification will result in a permanent ban.

I’d never risk it.

I step into the TimeBounder. Stale, icy air transforms into sunshine and chlorine.

“Mommy, watch!” Scarlett splashes in the pool. Irresistible, contagious joy.

Later, I’ll find her. Face-down and clammy. The TimeHop will end. It always does.

But, I’ll return. Tomorrow.