Based on a prompt found here.
Between the blink of an eye, in a heartbeat, in a breath, in things that stopped mattering, the world stopped – or at least we did.
People froze. I froze. Animals froze. Insects froze, I think.
It was – when I thought about it clinically, it was fascinating. My body didn’t hunger, didn’t ache, didn’t have any needs. My eyes didn’t dry out. I’d been sitting in the park. The others in the park seemed the same – stuck in a single moment. They didn’t fall over, even if in mid-jog. The squirrel hung in mid-climb. The ducks stopped in mid-nibble.
Nothing moved. Nothing but plants. Nothing died, nothing rotted, nothing breathed, nothing but plants. Continue reading