timeturn

The breath came quick

The time drew short

The hand grew weak

And the strong stood still

The foreign breath held

The tired breath escaped

A few words

“Oh, God, let tomorrow be yesterday.”

The puzzled looks

The shaking heads

The whispers of speculation

And the voice of worry

The breath again and the words

“Oh, God, turn back the hand.”

The puzzled looks

The shaking heads

The whispers of speculation

And the voice of worry

The words, with no breath

“Oh, God, let tomorrow be yesterday.”

“Turn back the hand.”

“One more chance.”

“More time.”

The call for help

The whimpers of a little girl

The breath now gone

The words still there

“Oh, God, let tomorrow be yesterday. More time.”