The Broken Thimble
Prologue.
No one knows how these things begin. There’s no definitive beginning, no moment where flame meets wick and fire is born. There is, perhaps, a moment that in which you realize that something has and is happening, the reality of your decisions manifests itself on a time line, right before your eyes. And maybe when you discover that, your mind slows down, because there is no starting line, and there is no ending line, but the stretch of days will pass you in an instant.