Anna never understood why the clouds spelled Claire's name every May 17th. But she kept the photograph forever, and every time she looked at it, she felt time move—just a little—backward.
Freeze.24.05.17.Anna.Claire.Clouds.Timeless.Motion Freeze.24.05.17.Anna.Claire.Clouds.Timeless.Mot...
Panic tasted like static. She waved a hand in front of Anna's face. Nothing. She reached for the petal—it was solid, warm, humming with the same strange frequency as the camera. The sky looked like a photograph printed on the inside of a glass dome. Anna never understood why the clouds spelled Claire's