At 40,000 feet, our now is ragged, rippling, unmoored. Somehow, somewhere, the past’s been changed. To keep our reality fixed, I must maintain perfect visual contact with the moon — a constant across timelines. Breaking it invites awful transformations. Dystopias. Erasure.

I wake my seatmate. Warn the crew, I plead. Hurry.

Keith J. Powell is co-founder of Your Impossible Voice and has recent or forthcoming work in SoFloPoJo, Heavy Feather Review, BULL, 100 Word Story, and Does it Have Pockets. Find more at www.keithjpowell.com.