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Veronica stumbled to her window. The city was a photograph. A courier on a bicycle was locked in a lean, his cap floating an inch above his head. A woman in a red dress was caught mid-laugh, her mouth a perfect O. Steam from a manhole cover rose in rigid, ghostly spirals.

That was why the silver pocket watch, buried in a box of her late grandmother’s things, felt like an insult. time freeze veronica leal

With a final, desperate heave, she yanked the woman three feet to the left, out of the truck’s path. They both tumbled onto the sidewalk, the woman still frozen, still reaching for the air. Veronica stumbled to her window

Time crashed into place like a wave.