Time is a Treacherous River


The woman stands by her old truck – only five years old, but ancient all the same – and sells her scarcely-used antique clothing. She doesn’t look like it, but she’s an immigrant – of an unintentional and unusual sort.

Time’s eddies are dangerous: once they have you in their grasp, they will whisk you off like a leaf caught in a stream.

This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Clem Onojehungo for providing the prompt photo!

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