No Where To Go
She wanted to build a machine, one that could take her to a different time, or a different place.
Days.
Months.
Years.
She wasted in the garage, piecing it together, rivet by rivet until at last she could stand in front of it, a hunched over old lady leaning on a cane. And then she realized-
The machine could only go to times or places she had been, and she wasted all of her times and places on the machine.
