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?”