When the very old man was a very young man, he discovered a bucket brimming with time, clear as rain and heavy as gold, but in his haste to secure it from greedy marauders skulking among the dawn’s shadows, he tripped and tumbled and spilled its contents onto the parched soil above which the scorching …
You do not bleed. You poison. I am your antidote. I, your destroyer.
Prince never showed. Rescued herself. Magic.
Silenced. Wrote. Can’t shut up now.
The boy saw the man who broke the wishbone and destroyed the universe, but because he was little no one asked the boy anything.
