The Only Thing That Has Changed in 500 Years

Short Story

Katt says to me, “Tim, do you know how to French braid?” It’s not the sort of thing we usually talk about.

I tell her I don’t know.

“Why not?”

Katt’s hair falls to her waist in waves. Some of it she’s dyed red. The rest is a gleaming black waterfall. I ask her, “Do I look like someone who would know how to French braid?”

“I don’t know,” Katt says. “You’r…