"Divine Madness" , um conto de Roger Zelazny , que também foi a resposta para a pergunta De costas no tempo ... Zelazny? . Qualquer essas capas parecem familiares?
Um homem experimenta a reversão do tempo dos últimos dias
He blew smoke through the cigarette and it grew longer.
He glanced at the clock and realized that its hands were moving backwards.
Then came the thing like despair, for he knew there was not a thing he could do about it. He was trapped, moving in reverse through the sequence of actions past. Somehow, he had missed the warning.
Usually, there was a prism-effect, a flash of pink static, a drowsiness, then a moment of heightened perception . . .
onde ele revive uma discussão com sua esposa que leva à morte dela
She was dead.
She was lying somewhere in the fragments of her car on Interstate 90 now.
As he paced, unsmoking, he knew she was lying there bleeding.
. . . Then dying, after that crash at eighty miles an hour.
. . . Then alive?
Then re-formed, along with the car, and alive again, arisen? Even now backing home at a terrible speed, to re-slam the door on their final argument? To unscream at him and be unscreamed at?
e ele corrige isso.
The door slammed open.
She stared in at him, her mascara smeared, tears upon her cheeks.
"!hell to go Then," he said.
"!going I'm," she said.
She stepped back inside, closed the door.
She hung her coat hurriedly in the hall closet.
".it about feel you way the that's If," he said shrugging.
"!yourself but anybody about care don't You," she said.
"!child a like behaving You're," he said.
"!sorry you're say least at could You"
Her eyes flashed like emeralds through the pink static, and she was lovely and alive again. In his mind he was dancing.
The change came.
"You could at least say you're sorry!"
"I am," he said, taking her hand in a grip that she could not break. "How much, you'll never know."
"Come here." And she did.