She liked to sit on the beach, pondering. The sea had taken on an eerily tranquil quality now that the waves had all been frozen in time.
She had thought it better this way, to freeze the entire planet, to exist infinitely in the way it was currently in. But as the only time manipulator, it was so damn lonely.
On some days, she preferred to walk into airports, concert halls and other crowded places, but today she needed the added tranquility.
After all, she needed to examine the source of the disturbances in time she had felt.
She needed to find the second time manipulator, before they could undo her work.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
