“Can she see us?”
“No, no. She’s our future, a ghost in a mirror. We will be gone soon, but the device allows us a glimpse of what she will become. Then we will dismantle it and go.”
“What’s in her hand?”
“It’s the lock. But that means–”
They watched as she reassembled the device, looked over her shoulder as she stared into the same viewing screen, saw themselves watching her. They turned to smile at the empty air and mouth, “We love you.”
The device beeped to warn of low power, and they turned to see her say goodbye.
Author’s Note: Still thinking about wanting to know how kids and grandkids turn out.
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