Margaret's hands trembled as she dusted off the ancient radio. Curiosity piqued, she plugged it in, expecting only static. Instead, her grandfather's voice crackled through the speaker, discussing the day's events—in 1955.
Heart racing, Margaret responded, and to her amazement, he answered. The connection lasted mere minutes before fading.
Each day, Margaret rushed to the attic, savoring brief conversations across time. She learned of family secrets, laughed at forgotten jokes, and relived cherished memories.
But as she altered small events in the past, Margaret noticed subtle changes in her present. Photos shifted, memories blurred. She grappled with the weight of her newfound power.
One day, the radio fell silent. Margaret sat in the stillness, realizing that sometimes, the past is best left undisturbed, its whispers echoing only in memory.
Georgia
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