My grandmother said my face would freeze one day.
I was making silly expressions, crossing my eyes, and laughing with her.
She always said a lot of things to me, like I would catch pneumonia from walking barefoot, or the devil would chew off my uncovered toes at night, and I should stroke my chin to avoid a second chin later.
Then one day, my face did freeze.
I looked in the mirror and saw time trapped in place, inside my frozen reflection.
I glimpsed my past, but no present or future.
I recognized my mother, my grandmother, but not me.
Then my shadow changed position and I looked away.
When I returned to the mirror, I saw my cheeks warm with life.
I stared, waiting for the flash again, but all I observed was change.