The Blink Of An Eye

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: The Imaginarium


If he could just get back to that moment when things began to fall apart!

Submitted: March 06, 2018

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The Blink Of An Eye.

She was dead. He knew it, felt it, without being told. The sense of loss was devastating, like a physical blow to his heart, but he could not afford to give in. Unlike anyone else, he had the power to change it, to step back in time and alter things. But he had to be quick.

The trick about stopping a tragedy was to trace it back to its onset. He had to scroll backwards through the events and stop that instigator; he needed to change the event that put the whole process in motion.

She died when her car was hit by a piece of flying debris. It had broken through the windscreen, instantly killing her as it sliced through her neck. She did not even have time to crash the car, being already dead at the moment of impact.

Where had the debris come from? He needed to find out quickly. A helicopter crashing in to the field that ran alongside the road, breaking up when it hit the ground. What had pierced through the front of her car had been a broken piece from one of the rotors. The pilot together with two passengers had lost their lives first.

He needed to go further back. What had caused the helicopter to plunge to the ground? Putting himself inside the mind of the dead pilot he saw a flash, so bright that it had taken hold of his concentration, had removed his eyes from the control panel and had caused him to lose control. It was not lightning but something more exceptional. An explosion, perhaps?

He focused on the flash, pin-pointing it’s location and zooming in. It was a truck, turning over and igniting as it veered away from a stag that had leaped from the wooded verge. He needed to act quickly to reverse this whole course of events. The stag must have been startled by something. If he could just put himself in its place, change what caused it or alter how it reacted, he could save those lives.

It was just a kid. A kid with an air rifle taking pot shots at targets, a stray pellet hitting it, not causing any harm but making it panic and bolt. He emerged next to the boy, struck up a conversation and drew him away from the stag. In turn, the stag heard people, wandered off cautiously rather than frantically. As he was leaving the boy, he heard a truck pass uneventfully along the road. A helicopter passed overhead.

Allowing himself to return forward just those few moments, he pulled his phone from his pocket, dialled his wife.

“Hi, Frank. I’ve just got in through the door,” she said. “Are you okay?”

“Sure,” he said. “I just had this sudden desire to hear your voice. I’ll be home in half an hour. Love you, Helen.”

“Love you, too, Frank. See you soon.”

He’d done it, put everything right. All in the blink of an eye.


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