The Time Keeper
“I wish this night didn’t have to end,” Maggie sighed.
Thomas the silver haired clock maker unlocked the door to his shop.
“Why did you bring me here?”
“Picasso said it takes a long time to become young.” He led her to a grand clock and reached for her withered hand.
Opening the glass case, he spun the clock’s hand backwards.
Her hand slowly transformed; unsightly veins and wrinkles disappeared.
She looked up at the young man before her. “Thomas?”
He held up a mirror.
Maggie gasped at the reflection.
Smiling, Thomas reassured her, “This night never has to end?”
The Lonely Author 
Despite enthusiastically whirling the hands of every clock in my house backwards, my hands don’t seem to have changed. Oh well, it was at least a lovely flight of fancy.
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LOL What a hysterical comment Un. Thanks for reading.
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Thanks so much for the linking to this post. I loved this little love story. Have a wonderful day my friend.
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Is this part of a book? Thank you!
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NO, it is a short story that suddenly popped into my head. Thank you for reading.
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Thank you for getting back with me 🙂
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just imagined where that night could go 😃 cool short story ^^
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Smiling. Thank you for readig and commenting. Happy you enjoyed it. Have a great weekend.
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you too! 😉
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Thanks
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I think you should continue on with this story! The Mirror could go along with this 🙂
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Thank you. Appreciate your comments. Thanks for reading.
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