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1. One Sixth of a Second
I turn my head and outlines of things seem fuzzy. I feel a slight
pinch in my eyes. I don't think a thought or prevent it happening. I don't
really feel it. The lids begin to move and edges come together more as my
short sight, caused by letting in a bit too much light, is momentarily
countered. Colours deepen and darken. Then they disappear. My lids join
together to form a perfect seal. Water tight and air tight. Blackness with
maybe a pink tinge as the light continues to penetrate through the lid skin
and veins.
Then the light begins to return and it is all light. I make out
contours, then colours, then everything else.
I have blinked.
[*****]
2. Two Seconds
The sinews in my hand tighten and my nails begin to dig into the soft
flesh of my palm. The knuckles begin to whiten and you can see the outline
of the bone very clearly. I pull my arm back and he doesn't see the
movement. My pupils widen and my eyes open as I aim.
My mouth purses and my tongue pushes against the roof of my mouth. I
breathe sharply in through my nose.
Then my arm pulls fully back, very rapidly and I throw my fist at
somewhere on his face. Anywhere will do. My knuckles meet with his mouth
and briefly deform and pull out of alignment with the impact. The small,
intense shudder goes up my arm and jars my shoulder. My hair goes into my
eyes as it's thrown forward and my right foot pull back slightly.
I punched him.
[*****]
3. Half a Second
I feel my top half becoming heavier and lower half stops moving. I
look down and my arms stretch out in front of me. I feel my face cut
through the air and my hair is pushed back. I try to arch my back but I
can't. My hands touch the ground first and I feel the tiny pieces of earth
dig into my palms and my arm muscles begin to burn as I strain to lower the
impact.
My clothes touch the ground, then my chest, then my knees and legs.
I can feel the undulations on the ground all the way down my body and the
force compresses my ribcage. My neck stiffens to stop my face whacking off
the floor. I feel the fibres of my clothes against my skin start to etch
themselves on me.
I feel low, dirty and like a child.
I fell.
[*****]
4. One Second
I mentally see the outline of his name. I see the bumps and lines.
I see it as dark against grey but the lines get fuzzier. The lines that
form the word are fuzzy anyway and start to get fuzzier. Outwardly, I'm
sure I wince.
The word becomes a dark, hazy silhouette and the grey background gets
darker and starts to absorb the shape of the word. Then it becomes more
like a black cloud like those that emanate from particularly old buses when
they start their engines on a cold day.
Then, just before it disappears completely, it flashes brightly like
a light bulb stain on the your retina. Then it's gone. Until I'm reminded
a few minutes later.
I forgot something.
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