Every Thursday we face a challenge to tell a story in three minutes. We know not all of them will be winners, but it’s a great opportunity to grow as writers and push the envelope of creativity. We hope you’ll be inspired to do something similar.
One moment of many
Time froze. It was something he thought only happened in movies or in books, but as he dove for her he felt it happen. Everything just… stopped. He was outstretched, his hand reaching for hers as she began to disappear over the edge.
This was one moment of many the man had lived through in his life. A single second in a collection of millions. He wondered about the science behind it, the reason why a moment like this would stretch on forever. As he focused on the terrified look in her eyes, he thought he might know the answer.
Time froze in moments like these because the person experiencing the moment didn’t want to face the outcome. If he was too slow or too weak, if he somehow wasn’t able to close his hand around hers and save her, that was it for him, too. He would be gone, not just from this place, but from his entire current life. He’d have no choice but to run.
But what if he caught her, and was able to pull her up? The questions she’d have would hang in the air. They’d wrap around his neck like a noose and tighten, tighten, tighten, tighten.
Maybe time froze because he secretly wanted to fail.