This short story is for Rochelle Wisoff’s Friday Fictioneers writing challenge. I went slightly over limit at 106 words.
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When the watchmaker learned that his wife had at best three months left to live, he spent the first of those months building a giant timepiece.
“I won’t let you go,” he whispered to her at night when he finally left his workshop and climbed into bed beside her. His wife smiled weakly and patted his hand.
When the machine was ready, the watchmaker climbed inside and began to peddle. Backwards. He would turn back the clock to the time before his wife got sick.
After the funeral, they took him to the psychiatric hospital, but they let him keep his time machine. He’s pedalling still.