Daily story, January 2, 2025

It had always bothered me: why, on that beach when I was seven years old, did that man come and kick down my sandcastles? What did a grown man want from such pointless, bullying destruction? The thought came up in any moment of peace, like an aching joint you feel when you try to go to sleep. So when I invented the time-machine, I went straight back to that beach and kicked the castles down myself. I didn’t like to see my little face crumple, but at least now, I know why I did it.