I goal this year is to get published so hopefully this little tid bit might help me a little.
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He blinks and time stops. He is frozen on a park bench and the wind struck pages of his book are suspended in midair. He has been reading this story for the last seven years and has yet to finish. But then she appears among the still life. Unseen and laced throughout time - she finishes flipping the pages, and walks away. She hates the in between. Time unfreezes. He looks done at his book and it is on the last page.
by Camille Cooley (Micro Fiction)