The Time Machine
if I could go back in time and change one thing I would close my eyes, and twirl the dial of the time machine until I was done twirling. Once arrived, I would walk until I found a field of flowers. Eyes shut, I would walk through the field, then crawl, or roll like a pillbug, and then do somersaults until I was done somersaulting. I would choose one flower, perhaps a fully ripe one, with bumble bees as big as grapes hanging over it Or perhaps a young one, only just beginning to peel back its enclosing bud and stretch its petals And then I would change the color of that flower. Maybe from yellow to red, or from white to purple, or maybe to orange polka dots. Then I would run, run as fast as I could, back to my time machine, hurriedly press the button to take me back to the present, burning with curiosity, to find out: what happened next?