Three minutes.

Elise stares at the stranger of her reflection. She doesn’t want to be married. Or divorced. Elise wants a do-over.

But locked in a bathroom, waiting on fate, there are no second chances.

Ding!

A pink plus sign, faint yet certain, appears.

“Well?” he asks.

“False alarm.”

L.L. Madrid lives and writes in Tucson. She resides with her four-year-old daughter, an antisocial cat, and the occasional scorpion. Her work can be found in places like Literary Orphans, The Furious Gazelle, Dali’s Lovechild, and shoe boxes under her bed.