a story around 50 words

‘Your great grandparents buried this.’ Dirt slides from the glass time capsule as I twist the lid. My son pulls out a tired newspaper clipping from 1910, then a monochrome photo of a boy. It’s uncanny. He’s identical to my own, even down to the triangular birthmark on his hand.  Afterword The mission: to write […]

‘It’s time. A year older.’ I hold up a marker. My daughter skips over to the kitchen door and stands against the inked frame, legs bouncing. I mark her height. She turns, eyes widening on finding it surpasses my own at her age. ‘You’ll reach further than I ever could, kiddo.’ Afterword The mission: to