The Song With No Composer
sci-fiEveryoneMira didn't open it. She shoved the envelope in her coat and watched the crowd. Someone had to be playing a trick on her. Then she spotted a woman across the underpass, standing very still, staring right at her. The woman lifted one hand in a small wave.
Mira crossed the underpass toward the waving woman. Up close, the woman's face stopped her cold. It was her own face, older, with gray streaking her hair. 'I don't have long,' the older Mira said. 'I came back to warn you. Don't open the envelope tonight.'
What happens next?
2 ways forwardMira nodded and handed the envelope straight to her older self. 'Then you take it.' The older woman smiled with relief and tucked it away. 'Good girl. Now go home and sleep.' She walked off into the crowd and slowly faded. Mira went home, and the eleven notes never troubled her again.