Rebecca Podos
loise finds her old time machine in her mother's basement the week after the funeral, behind water-rotted camping gear, inside the packaging for an Easy Bake Oven. The machine looks as she remembers, if smaller. Silver, cylindrical, bowling-ball sized. A spaghetti of wiring is visible inside. She secures it in a box of items to save alongside her mother's records and party wine glasses, though her mom threw no parties, and if she ever brought a man around, she probably served him wine in one of her eight Bank of Bethel Beach mugs.
Pleased beyond all measure, Eloise calls out from work and visits her mother every day for six days. On the seventh day, with a glass of vodka (which is never depleted) and a record (which never wears down) and the machine, she travels back and repeats the week again, again, again.
There are complications.
During her visits, she describes to her mother a park she strolled by, and later realizes the park exists nowhere at all. While walking she marvels at the ugliness of a man on the sidewalk, turns back and finds not a man but the dead stalk of a fern in a pot. Every Wednesday at 8:35 pm, all of the fish in Eloise's tank go belly-up. At first these side effects unnerve her. But she decides there's always a price to be paid for time, and if it isn’t grief or regret, it’s something else.
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The Machine