Greater Love Hath No Man
I couldn’t kill
him!
The moth
hovered, wings petrified.
All this... for
nothing.
The bell rings. I
snap back, head pounding like it’s gone over Niagara in a barrel without me.
I swipe at gritty
eyes, ignoring traces of blood smeared onto the cuff and the double vision, slower
to clear this time.
The blue shift
proves it works.
Blue like her
eyes... No! Focus!
I can stop time, move it back, even enter the scene.
Nobel prize
stuff, but what’s the use if I can’t kill him when I’m there?
Last time my
knife wouldn’t move. This time I’d tried rocks.
Cave his head in;
but no - they were held by unbreakable quantum anchors. Unmovable – like her.
So after all
this... agony, this effort, I still couldn’t murder - not murder... put down,
like a dog - the man who shot her.
I’d proved I was
the only thing that could move in those frozen moments.
Couldn’t stop
him firing either. Time rolled on, after my interruption, as before.
Her face floated
into my memory, the only link now between me and her....
between...
between...Yes!
Hands shaking, I
wound the clock and prepared to see Emily for one last time.
200 words
@nickjohns999This story was written for SVW Flash! Friday
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