Look Again


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.




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