Charlotte had experienced more than this stone cottage where she’d lived for generations. While her physical body remained, her mind traveled elsewhere. She went to different periods in time. She saved and she killed.
Now she would give another poor soul a chance to make things right. The candle glowed in the window. It was only a matter of time when someone would come to her door. She would offer them a trinket; a tea cup or locket. Then they’d make the same choice; to save or to kill.
Holding a timepiece, Charlotte smiled when she heard the first knock.
Word Count: 100
© Josslyn Rae Turner
Photo © Piya Singh
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* note: This idea came to me long ago. I received a rejection letter after sending my short story to a magazine. In the letter, the editor suggested that I focus on the old lady in the story. Well, that’s what I did here.