Child in Time

It was a warm summer day, when he came.

He was huge. His head reached the clouds. He moved in slow, as if in slow motion, steps. His eyes were empty. Completely. Just two perfectly white, giant eyeballs. He was blind. However, he did not need the vision. He did not have to evade any obstacle in his path. In his hand he had a colossal weapon. And was firing the colossal bullets. Bullets flew in all directions, destroying everything around. Striding, he trampled everything that befell under his gigantic sole.

I stood right in front of him and watched him approaching. The giant bullets flew around me, but I did not move. I stopped blinking or breathing. I felt no fear. I felt nothing. I just watched him, my head tossed. And he kept approaching. With each step he seemed bigger and bigger.

His bullets flew past me, choosing to whom is the time to go. But I was not the only one standing petrified. Everything around me rooted. People remained in their last motion. Cars stopped running. The wind stopped blowing. Trees stopped murmuring. Clouds stopped floating. Life lost its color.

Light was slowly blending with the darkness. Darkness blended with the light.

And only one creature was moving at this last moment of the reckoning. Only he walked. Slowly. He walked so slowly that it seemed if it would last for all eternity. But it lasted only for an instant.

When he was so close to me and when the moment was supposed to end, the last bullet flew out of his weapon. The bullet with my name on it.

The moment was gone and the absolute darkness and silence stood, the part of which now became and I. Everything I grasped and comprehended so far, ceased to exist.