If you could go back in time and redo one thing in your life, what would it be?

Malachite eyes sparkled, pale green in the light of the setting sun.

Karma’s not a bitch. She’s a whore, acting like I’ve stolen her pimp.

Regrets, it seems, are easy to realise when you're dying.

But what if, after one small change, her life would become much worse than it was? Or unthinkable disasters result from a single step off her path?

And so, Anaya's story begins with her last thought. Would I have done this if I had any option but the grave?

The vibrant matte amethyst dial made the gleaming hour and minute markers seem to come alive. The long, thick hands were fragile, yet ceaselessly ticking by, like life itself. Countless hours must have been invested in the bezel, meticulously hashed all the way around. The tachymeter claimed prominence as if asserting that distance travelled over time should be of paramount importance. Never had the sheer pace and inevitability of time been better captured in an object.

Death can’t be cheated, but there are endless ways that life can be lived.

She watched him from afar and gave him the time and space to travel the emotional rollercoaster, commencing at stunned, progressing to upset and lurking at angry. Then he brooded and grieved for the end of his life as he knew it.