The Extra Minute in Mina's Pocket
On her birthday, Mina's great-aunt gave her a small, flat box with no lid. Inside lay a single gold minute. It looked like a coin, and it ticked very quietly.
"Use it when you need it," said her great-aunt. "But only once."
Mina kept the minute in her coat pocket. She thought about using it during her piano recital, when she was nervous. She thought about using it when the school bus drove away without her. But each time, she made it through without the minute.
Then one rainy morning, she saw a baby bird on the sidewalk. It had fallen from a nest, and a bicycle was rolling toward it.
Mina took out the gold minute and squeezed it. Everything went still, even the raindrops. She scooped up the bird, set it in a dry tree hole, and let go. The world began to move again, and the bicycle passed by.
The pocket was empty, but Mina smiled all day.