You wait for me in the past, surrounded by machines keeping you alive.

I can only jump back a day, but it will suffice.

A memory of you smiling, head raised against gathering storm clouds, pierces my gloom.

Hugging you, I make a vow. I shall never witness your tomorrow.

Paul lives in Scotland with his wife and a small, but demanding cat. His flash fiction can be found at 101words.org and fridayflashfiction.com.