Past 4.11 -

She looked up, startled. Then she smiled through tears. “You came back.”

“No,” she agreed. “But you can stay here with me, in the 4:11. It’s warm. Nothing breaks.” past 4.11

She glanced at the wall clock, then at her own watch, then at the register’s digital display. Her smile didn’t waver. “Time for pie,” she said. “Apple or cherry?” She looked up, startled

He tapped his wristwatch. 4:11. He pulled out his phone. 4:11. She looked up