Anomalies

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A quick tale from between the pages of time.

Submitted: January 05, 2013

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Anomalies

Joseph was standing under a tree watching clouds pass when he felt the tap on his shoulder. He reached out his hand and closed his fingers over a warm cup filled with a black bitter liquid. He brought it up to his face and breathed in the faint aroma.

“Hazelnut?” he said towards the person standing just behind and to the side of him, more or less hiding in his shadow.

“It is all that is available.”

The statement was made in what would have been a pretty voice if it hadn’t been so deadpan and matter of fact. It came from a woman who appeared to be no more than eighteen, but was more than several centuries old, just like him. She had deep black hair that almost seemed blue in the light and framed a narrow face with deep-set violet eyes. She was also wearing an old baggy coat that hadn’t been washed in, what appeared to be, a very long time.

“I hate hazelnut.”

Joseph took a drink from the cup and gave a slight grimace. He looked to be in his early forties and seemed very stern. He was in a well-worn pair of jeans and a plaid shirt with an old, well-maintained brown leather coat.  He stared across the street where an old Blue truck stood idle in front of a bank. There was someone in the passenger seat.

“You’re sure this is the place?”  He glanced over his shoulder and saw his companion gazing off into the air as though in a daydream. When she spoke it was as though she were speaking from a very long way away.

“In seventeen seconds a vehicle will approach from the north west. Three men will emerge and rush into the bank. That is when the anomaly will occur.”

“You’re sure about this?”

“Yes.”

“Alright then.”

As Joseph spoke, he looked up the street and saw a red, four-door car, slightly beat up, come racing around the corner. He started moving across the street at a hurried pace. He heard the woman behind him speak as he left the tree.

“Thank you.”

The car slammed on the brakes and three men emerged with guns drawn just as Joseph ducked behind the blue truck. The men rushed in and there were gunshots from inside the bank. Joseph moved along the side of the vehicle until he reached the door. He glanced in the window and saw the passenger looking towards the bank. He reached inside his coat and pulled out an old service revolver from world war two. He checked to confirm it was loaded, put a bullet in the chamber, and gripped the door handle. As he heard the bank doors open and the armed men emerge, he took a deep breath and pulled on the door handle.

Time slowed down as he brought the gun to bear on his target. The passenger turned towards him and time stopped. It was a girl, about eighteen, with long black hair that almost seemed blue in the light and framed a narrow face with deep-set violet eyes. She was wearing an old baggy coat that hadn’t been washed in, what appeared to be, a very long time. While the rest of the world was frozen in place, the girl moved towards him, as though moving through water. She looked him in the eyes as she reached out to him, a look of confusion on her face, and he pulled the trigger.

The sound shattered the frozen world and everything began to move again. The armed men, startled by the gunshot, leapt into the car and drove away. The girl had a look of shock and confusion on her face as the blood began to pour from her chest. She coughed and blood spattered the seat in between her and Joseph. She convulsed as her body at last gave in to the loss of blood and a shredded heart. Joseph reached over and closed her eyes. Then, tucking the revolver back into his coat, he walked away, as time slowed down, and came to a stop.


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