“Stop bouncing that ball,” a woman fruitlessly begged her recalcitrant boy. She’ll get her wish, Will thought, while watching his phone count down, 3…2…
Then, everything stopped. Sound. People. The ball in mid-air. Possibly god, if he existed.
Will could grab that ball from time’s clutches but promised himself no more disruptions. Besides, he felt less alone, inanimate amongst the “frozens.”
Exactly 15 minutes later, life continued.
Raising his phone, he reset the countdown. 30 seconds. Enough time to text: Didn’t forget the milk. I miss you