She stood there on the point of time.
There amongst all the other points in time.
With people standing still.
On a bubble.
Such is life.
It seems so real and yet it's a fragile as the bubble she was standing on.
She thought about the physics of it.
The alignment of molecules that could only be that way because lets face it they were molecules and a moody sort.
They did what they did because they just did.
No other explaination.
But for some reason this was different standing there.
For her there seemed to be a choice.
A moments hesitation that was actually more like a life time.
What to do?
She stood looking ahead of her and looking behind.
Grabed both by the arm and pulled.
by c ford
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