Lost in the Twilight Zone Marathon | Ep 7 | Regret

After the third miscarriage, John promises to get a vasectomy so I won’t feel like it’s my fault. The very words shift all the blame to me, and I regret telling him about my past abortions as a teenager. That I’d changed my mind about not wanting kids.

When the nurse calls him back, I slip out of the doctor’s office and wait in the elevator. As the steel doors slide closed, they show me the reflection of a freckled face I haven’t seen in nearly thirty years.

She cowers in the furthest corner, peers up at me, her eyes big and wide. When ours connect, she quickly faces the wall.

I feel the motherly urge to protect her, shield her from all the bad decisions she’ll inevitably make in the years to come.

“What floor?” I ask.

“First,” the mousy voice replies.

My finger hovers over the “1” on the keypad. Next to it, the tag “Family planning.”

When I turn around, she’s not there, but I still see her image in the doors.

“Are you sure?”

She shakes her head.

I punch “G” for the parking garage instead.

When the doors open again, a girl in an oversized sweatshirt runs out.

© 2021 Nortina Simmons

There are plenty of Twilight Zone episodes about having an encounter with one’s younger self, but I would say this story draws its inspiration from “Spur of the Moment.”

We’re going strong with our marathon! I’ll step away for some coffee and be back in an hour!


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