Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #14 May 2015 | Page 55

I walk by the edge of the circle, scrutinising the
setting. Nothing is moving and I can take as long as
I want to learn every detail of what has taken place
here. And still is taking place, actually.

he will stand with his back straight until its last moment.
I shrug with a small smile. Time to go my job. I wave
my hand at the nearest boulder and reluctantly it
starts moving back to the wall it came out of. Silently,
everything crawls back along its trajectory and the
ruined building slowly re-erects itself. Then another
and another. I’ve underestimated the amount of the
damage inflicted, it seems.

Everyone on the periphery looks scared out of their
wits. They are scattering in fear. Their faces are
distorted in a mid-scream and I watch each of them
closely. I have never experienced fear. I’ve seen
enough scared people to know what it is, but I’ve never had anything to be afraid of. I shrug my shoulders,
mildly amused at humans and walk under a boulder,
suspended in the air as it was flung across the scene
but hasn’t reached its target yet.

Lastly, I walk over to the couple in the centre. It’s time
to turn time back.
Humans are particularly susceptible to confusing reality and their own imagination, even i