The Song With No Composer
sci-fiEveryoneMira 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.'
Mira promised not to open it. But after the older woman vanished, the envelope felt warm in her pocket, almost begging. She held out for an hour, then gave in and tore it open on the walk home. Inside was a single word in her own hand: 'Run.' Behind her, footsteps started to follow.
What happens next?
1 ways forwardMira ran, clutching her instrument. The footsteps stayed right behind her, matching her pace exactly. She spun around to face whoever it was and found no one there at all, only the echo of her own boots on the concrete. The chase had been herself the whole time. Shaking, she finally let the song go.