‘I just love this time of year,’ she said while caressing the level. ‘But I can never remember the saying.’ I tried to whimper but her falcon had plucked out my throat. ‘How does it go—how does it go? Ah yes,’ she laughed until the glass surrounding us shattered. ‘Spring forward, she said, grasping the lever. I could hear the trap door at the top of the Chrysler Building open up. She pulled the lever with another laugh. “And fall back.”
Keegan Shepherd 