Message In a Bottle

 

A familiar curve of throat caught my eye as the woman left the elevator.

Trapped in back, I glimpsed a small bottle tattooed on her ankle, delivering the message over an ocean of time.

“Sam?” I called, thirty years too late.

She turned with that smile, “Rick?”

And the doors closed on us once again.

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