TIME MACHINE PHOTOGRAPHY

BY AUDREY MOREHEAD

But all I have now are memories. Memories of carelessness and delight, Of sickness and warmth. All I have is that day in the rain, The water pelting down on me as I jump in the puddles, Screaming and singing and laughing and crying Because no one else in the world had joined me.

Slipping as I danced. Falling to the ground. Blood distorting my reflection in the puddle More than the raindrops ever could.

I think I still have that scar, Fading slowly over time.

I can barely see it now, the image disappearing with my memory.