Fantopia Updated — Bayfakes
The carnival returned a year after, but the flyer called it Unflickered—a different kind of promise. Margo kept the ticket stub in the back pocket of a notebook. It was not proof of anything miraculous. It was evidence that small, deliberate corrections can change how you move through the world. She kept a list now, but it was different: fewer impossible goals and more items like “call Lena” and “plant rosemary.” They were patches she could apply herself.