Drabble: Not all those who Wander are Lost

Sometimes, something that some person does completely changes the fabric of the universe. A quirk of fate places such power in their hands that it is not simply history that changes as they blunder through time but the natural laws themselves. The old reality is wiped away, leaving no trace, no myths, no echos, except, perhaps, in the dreams of eccentric young men.

It happens surprisingly often.

Worlds that were flat become round.

Groping in the silt of the riverbed where an anomaly had dumped her, Helen's grasping fingers closed about something. It was small and round and surprisingly heavy.