Bath Time
by Dawn H. Sholun © 2007
Timmy knew exactly what to do. He just had to turn the big hand on the clock backwards. Grandpa called it "Daylight Savings Time".
He prodded the clock in the kitchen with a broom, until it fell down. Relief crashed through him when the clock remained intact. He picked it up and slowly spun the big hand.
He paused for a moment. Had it worked? He peered into the living room. His mother was still passed out drunk, but she was like that a lot. He still couldn't tell.
He apprehensively crept to the bathroom. His sister was just as he found her. He hadn't turned back time at all.
"I'm sorry," he whispered and stroked her tiny, blue hand.
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