He placed the invisible carving on the fountain’s edge, and for a moment—just a moment—the fountain was no longer dry. Water ran over the mossy stone, clear and cold, and I heard a child’s laugh from a year that no longer existed.
I watched him for an hour. He did not stop. His fingers traced the invisible grain of an invisible log, and as they did, I felt something loosen in my chest. A memory I’d locked away—the smell of my mother’s apron, beeswax and flour—drifted past me like a petal. Then another. The sound of my father’s boots on the gravel path. The exact weight of a robin’s egg I’d found when I was seven.
I met Remsl on a Thursday, which was market day, though the market had been dead for thirty years. I was there to catalogue the ruins for the Historical Society—a fool’s errand, as the Society had no money and the ruins had no interest in being catalogued. He placed the invisible carving on the fountain’s
My eyes burned.
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I never finished my catalogue. Instead, I went home and dug out an old whittling knife from my grandfather’s toolbox. I am not good at it. My carvings are clumsy, lopsided things that look like nothing at all. Then another
Then the carving faded. The water stopped. The laugh echoed once and died.