Dear mom & dad,

I found the church where you were married. Just like in the old photograph, the roof like a staircase leading up to God. The happy couple radiant in black & white. Flowers, & the imagined sound of church bells.

When I was young you told me, “Leave the past be.” But I’m only human. When the machine fired up, how could I resist? A simple trip, a chance to stop a war, to save lives.
It worked.

So here is the church from the old photograph. I do not know what became of the happy couple, the flowers. The church bells are not ringing.

I really hope you receive this postcard.

Love,

Your son, the time traveler