Time Free [better]ze Veronica — Leal

She found a coffee shop. A barista was frozen mid-pour, a stream of milk arcing from a steel pitcher to a latte. She reached out, took the cup from his hand, and took a sip. It was lukewarm, static. Perfect.

“You had a little more time,” she said. time freeze veronica leal

She twisted the stem back.

On a whim, she twisted it.

That was why the silver pocket watch, buried in a box of her late grandmother’s things, felt like an insult. She found a coffee shop