What's Twisting Time?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: BoMoWriCha Prompts

Written for a challenge at the BoMoWriCha Prompt House.

What’s Twisting Time?

I don’t know, maybe I’m imagining it, but something seems to be amiss with time. Again! Everyone around me, from my mates, my parents, my lecturers, are going on and on at me to slow down, stop rushing. But the strange thing is that I am not – rushing, that is.

A minute feels like an hour to me right now. By the time Mom has managed to butter some toast I have already eaten two bowls of cereal and down a large mug of coffee. And I’m not a glutton; I don’t rush my food and make myself choke. I just seem to be somehow out of time.

Okay, that’s minutes, but a day at college can feel endless. Each lecture seems to last so long that I simply cannot concentrate on more than the start. And when it comes to writing exercises I seem to be done in no time. I’m sure that I’ve actually finished essays before some have even picked up their pens. And it’s not like my grades have been falling, if anything, they’ve gone up a bit.

Outside, the traffic seems to be moving along at a snail’s pace, the pedestrians dawdling along so slowly. They still stand and wait at the kerb, for the vehicles to clear. Me, I could cross the road, stand there and tie my laces in the time it would take on of those cars to reach me.

Jeez, would you ever slow down, Sophie,” my Mom says, as she seems to be dragging herself from room to room, while I am darting all over the place.

But I’m just going at my normal pace,” I insist. “It’s everything else that is going so slow.”

Mom frowned. “Maybe you should go and see....”

Grandfather!” we said together.

It’s not the first time this has happened. Time has twisted for me before, several times. Once I was moving at half speed, holding everyone up. A minute felt like a day and it was so hard to get through each twenty-four hour period. The last time was just like this one; the world around me had slowed.

It wasn’t me that was out of synch. It was the world that had slipped out of place with time.

I bet I know what’s happened,” I said, heading towards the door. “He’s baby-sitting again.”

It didn’t take me too long to get there. It was a pretty normal looking house that he lived in, my grandfather. The clock on the outside wall was a bit of an eccentric touch, but otherwise the place seemed rather......quaint.

No one would suspect that this was the home of Father Time.

As I approached I could hear the giggles and laughter, along with a few cries. How many had he got there today? Too many to cope with and keep things going, obviously. The fae had no guilt about lumbering an old man with their babies when they wanted to party, and he was one of those people that simply could not let the word ‘No’ pass his lips.

I sidled through the door, shutting it quickly before any of those fae babies could get out in to the real world. They were everywhere. Climbing on the furniture, playing with his clocks; no wonder the world had slowed right down.

As irritated as I was with him, I had to feel sorry for my Grandfather as he stood in the middle of the room looking totally bewildered. At a guess, I’d say there were twenty-five of them, romping around and twisting up time.

When are you ever going to say ‘No, I can’t’?” I said, giving the old man a hug to remove any sting from my words.

They can be so persuasive,” he said in his defence.

I’ll take care of them, take them home. You just take care of time,” I said, before moving to the center of the room and attracting the young faes attention. “Sophie’s here now kids,” I said, in a falsely jolly voice. “Let’s play a game now, shall we? First one home is the winner!”

It works like magic. Even though they are still not much more than babies they are a very competitive bunch. Without even finding out what they will win, they all begin to scuttle off, down to the gateway at the bottom of Granddad’s garden. One after another they disappear through the gateway, going back home to Lir. Once back there they will forget about the competition altogether; at least that’s how it has worked before.

With the last one gone I make my way back inside. Grandfather is twirling the last of the dials and after he’s happy with its position he turns to me with a smile. “Time should be right back to normal now. What would I do without you, Sophie.”

Learn to say ‘No’, perhaps,” I tease.

As soon as I get back on to the street I know that the twist has been untangled. The vehicles are speeding along, pedestrians are over-taking me, and when I get indoors my Mom says, “Sophie, would you please not dawdle in front of me.”

No ‘Thanks’ or anything. But then, she’ll have forgotten all about it. It seems that it is only me that remembers how fragile the balance of time can be.

 

888 words.


Submitted: November 10, 2018

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Mike S.

a fine 'time-skew,' tale, Hull!

Sat, November 10th, 2018 7:24pm

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Thanks for reading, Mike.

Sat, November 10th, 2018 11:40am

Joe Stuart

I nice magical story, Hully. I suppose it took only a few seconds to write if granddad was baby sitting again. ~ Joe

Sat, November 10th, 2018 8:05pm

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Ha! No, it took a bit longer than that, Joe. Totally fictitious of course!
Thanks so much for giving it a read.

Sat, November 10th, 2018 12:12pm

Curon

Interesting, what if we could easily toil with time and change it up at our will? How would that effect our world and society? I’d like to see more of this expanded upon since it could be cool!

Sat, November 10th, 2018 8:32pm

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That would be really chaotic, everyone acting at their own desired speeds, but it is any interesting idea.
Thanks so much for giving this a read, Conann.

Sun, November 11th, 2018 2:18am

C. J. Davis

Nice! Now I want to put some kinda time issues into my book...

Sun, November 11th, 2018 1:07am

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Thanks for giving it a read, CheyJade!

Sun, November 11th, 2018 2:19am

Jeff Bezaire

Fantastic, Hully! I love the idea of the world or a person falling out of sync with time. Loved the incorporation of Father Time and the fae; leave it to the mischief makers to make mischief. :)
A fun piece of reading! Sophie was quick on her feet, both literally and figuratively.

Sun, November 11th, 2018 9:46pm

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Glad you enjoyed the story, Jeff. Thanks for taking the time to both read and comment. It is really much appreciated.

Sun, November 11th, 2018 1:59pm

unmasked delusions

Very neat. I like that concept/phrase "time has twisted" or "twisting time". Sounds like a story from the subreddit "Glitch in the matrix" part of it contains true stories of people who feel they've encountered a time slip or twist as you described it.
You said in the summary this was written for a challenge. What was
the challenge/prompt?

Mon, November 12th, 2018 5:56am

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It was one from the BoMoWriCha Prompt House called 'How Time Flies'.
'Friends and family have been constantly scolding you lately. "Stop talking so fast!" "You eat too fast!" "Will you slow down, you're practically running!" You're perplexed, it seems they've been getting more and more testy with each day that passes. Then a friend of yours mentions, "hey, does it seem like the clock is faster than normal? Maybe someone should check that," and you realize you aren't going fast, the world is slowing down. You get worried and think, what happens when it all stops?' Posted by T.E. Jackson.
Thanks for giving this a read, unmasked.

Mon, November 12th, 2018 9:39am

jaylisbeth

A fine tale, Hully. Well done.

Wed, November 14th, 2018 2:21pm

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Thanks for taking the time to read and comment, jaylisbeth. Glad you enjoyed it.

Wed, November 14th, 2018 8:57am

Markie Bee

I just love anything written using the concept of time manipulation. A really enjoyable read!

Wed, November 21st, 2018 12:21pm

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That's something I'll rarely write about, well, time travel at least. Thanks for giving this a read, Markie Bee. Much appreciated.

Wed, November 21st, 2018 6:11am

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