canyon universe, my weakness, or time travel

It was kind of like in the movies; the movement itself was swift, but when the cold plastic struck him across the face in that featureless instant, the precious moment subtended by cause and effect, action and reaction, everything just slowed down.

I’ll always love you, no matter what you do. You’re my flesh and blood.

Fantastic connection. He can’t tell what comes first, the sensation of impact, the dull awareness of pain, but his head is forced sideways in deference to grand majesty, exhaling sharply from the depths of his lungs as if the blow were to his chest. He feels that; the twisting, the breathlessness. The momentary jarring of vision, like de-gaussing a cranky computer screen, comes suddenly clear as the head exceeds its own inertia, dazed eyes lifting in the moment of recovery to catch flecks of iron-tinged saliva intent on making their own way; decelerating, in their own time, to wall, to floor. Red on white.

No matter what you do.

Red on white. Mine. Please. Oh, fucking please, somebody, help me... find me here; the door; just push. Plea… ...I can’t do this alone… there are too many... people.

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