{"id":6931,"date":"2025-05-13T02:33:37","date_gmt":"2025-05-13T09:33:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/harperkingsley.net\/blog\/short-fic-a-snapshot-in-time\/"},"modified":"2025-05-13T02:33:37","modified_gmt":"2025-05-13T09:33:37","slug":"short-fic-a-snapshot-in-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/harperkingsley.net\/blog\/short-fic-a-snapshot-in-time\/","title":{"rendered":"SHORT FIC: A Snapshot In Time"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>TITLE: A Snapshot In Time<br \/>\nAUTHOR: Harper Kingsley<br \/>\nGENRE: aftermath of a fall, introspection<\/p>\n<p>When I first woke up, everything was in shades of black and white. Color was slow to seep back into the world, and it was like her hair was blond and her dress was pink. Then the hair and dresses of the other women popped into focus, while the sky above them still looked like an expanse of pure <em>white<\/em>. Not a single speck of blue in sight.<\/p>\n<p>The bug resting against my face had looked massive as it made its approach. Landing ever so gently on the tip of my nose, where it for some reason decided to stay. I was just relieved it wasn&#8217;t running around all over on my face.<\/p>\n<p>That&#8217;s the most hateful part of bugs. The <em>suddenness<\/em> of their appearance. The way they could be just <em>there<\/em>, purely noticeable. Then they can do whatever. Jump up. Fly. Skitter under the furniture. <em>Disappear<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>But I couldn&#8217;t move.<\/p>\n<p>I lay there on the ground face up, body splayed out haphazardly. The shock didn&#8217;t give me the option to feel pain.<\/p>\n<p>I was hoping someone was calling an ambulance. I definitely didn&#8217;t want them to flop me around and paralyze me or something.<\/p>\n<p>But it was eerie to look up and see them standing over me as the green slipped back onto the grass. To notice the complete soullessness of their gazes as they looked down at me. As they spoke to each other over top of me and I didn&#8217;t see a single one showing concern.<\/p>\n<p>I stared at them, these semi-familiar strangers. There was the sense that I knew them, but I could not identify the relationship at the moment.<\/p>\n<p>A pain was building in my body, centered on the back of my head. The pain radiated outward in an endless ache, no sense of throbbing whatsoever. Just pain.<\/p>\n<p>It was a nameless torment. I didn&#8217;t even have the words to describe what I was feeling.<\/p>\n<p>I had never really been hurt before. Like, I&#8217;d heard about &quot;kids cracking their heads on the playground&quot; and I&#8217;ve seen the aftermath when someone bit through their lip or scraped their leg. But I&#8217;d never really been <em>hurt<\/em> hurt before.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t think I have.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;d never been to the hospital for anything related to a fall or an accident. It was something I knew as natural as breathing, which felt a bit hard as the fall had knocked the wind out of me.<\/p>\n<p>As the color refilled the world, the memories and the thoughts were returning. The <em>me<\/em> that had been missing was coming back. It was as though my brain&#8217;s processes were coming back on line a bit at a time.<\/p>\n<p>And by the time I was loaded onto the ambulance that a kind elderly person called by using the emergency device strapped to their wrist, the sky had become so bright.<\/p>\n<p>A brilliant blue sky. Warm temperatures that weren&#8217;t too hot. Everything comfortable and perfect.<\/p>\n<p>It was a beautiful day.<\/p>\n<p>And my step-mother had tried to kill me.<\/p>\n<p>=END=<\/p>\n<p>~Harper Kingsley<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/paypal.me\/harperkingsley\">https:\/\/paypal.me\/harperkingsley<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/patreon.com\/harperkingsley\">https:\/\/patreon.com\/harperkingsley<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/ko-fi.com\/harperwck\">https:\/\/ko-fi.com\/harperwck<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/amazon.com\/shop\/harperkingsley0\">https:\/\/amazon.com\/shop\/harperkingsley0<\/a>.<br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.harperkingsley.net\/blog\">https:\/\/www.harperkingsley.net\/blog<\/a>.<br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/kimichee.com\">https:\/\/kimichee.com<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/c\/HarperKingsley\">https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/c\/HarperKingsley<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/harperkingsley.bsky.social\">https:\/\/harperkingsley.bsky.social<\/a>.<br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.smashwords.com\/profile\/view\/HarperKingsley\">https:\/\/www.smashwords.com\/profile\/view\/HarperKingsley<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>TITLE: A Snapshot In Time AUTHOR: Harper Kingsley GENRE: aftermath of a fall, introspection When I first woke up, everything was in shades of black and white. Color was slow to seep back into the world, and it was like her hair was blond and her dress was pink. Then the hair and dresses of&hellip;<\/p>\n <a href=\"https:\/\/harperkingsley.net\/blog\/short-fic-a-snapshot-in-time\/\" title=\"SHORT FIC: A Snapshot In Time\" class=\"entry-more-link\"><span>Read More<\/span> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">SHORT FIC: A Snapshot In Time<\/span><\/a>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"nf_dc_page":"","advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"Layout":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[957],"tags":[896,897,648,834,973],"class_list":["entry","author-harperkingsley0-0","post-6931","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","category-unbirthday","tag-fic","tag-short-fiction","tag-short-story","tag-unbirthday","tag-unbirthday2025"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2pPoL-1NN","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":6929,"url":"https:\/\/harperkingsley.net\/blog\/short-fiction-in-a-paper-world-full-of-paper-people\/","url_meta":{"origin":6931,"position":0},"title":"SHORT FICTION: In a Paper World Full of Paper People","author":"Harper Kingsley","date":"May 12, 2025","format":false,"excerpt":"TITLE: In a Paper World Full of Paper People AUTHOR: Harper Kingsley GENRE: science fiction, introspection It was called \"paper skin,\" though its real scientific name was something long and largely unpronounceable. 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