I had been walking along the coast at Cromar, it was a day like most days, the Sun came up and one presumes it will go down. I say presume for on this day tomorrow never came, the Sun went in slow motion, appeared to take hours before it rose above the horizon, even the Dawn Chorus was finding it difficult to maintain its time honored morning call. I had never ever encountered a day like this.
I became greatly disturbed as I returned to the village, what I saw disturbed me, I will admit terrified me. People were walking about as if in slow motion, barely moving but a fraction of an inch as I starred at them. Horse and cart were likewise moving at such a pace that time appeared to be standing still.
As for myself, I appeared to be moving in what I would call, normal time. I called out to Joseph Minton as he rode past on his horse and cart, but I could have called forever, as he passed so slowly, yet never appeared to hear a word.
I began to feel I was dreaming all this, that it was me that was all wrong and not the day and its people. Yet every so often I would realize I was behaving quite normal, just the world about me was a bit odd to say the least.
The day was so prolonged that I cannot really say how long it was, it just dragged on and on and on.
I must have become weary, fell asleep. Goodness knows how long I had been awake. All I can tell you is this, I was awoken by Bernard Miller, he was shaking me violently, I appeared to be sprawled out on a bench outside The Fishermans Rest. It was nightime, Bernard was shouting 'Charles, Charles, get up you drunken fool, it is eleven twenty, the pub is closed, now go home.'
I recall trying to stand up and watching the image of Bernard swaying left and right, then staggering off towards the direction that Bernard said was home.
The following day I tried to tell people of the strange day I had seen, everything going in slow motion, yet not one person would believe me, so I leave it for you to mull over.
I became greatly disturbed as I returned to the village, what I saw disturbed me, I will admit terrified me. People were walking about as if in slow motion, barely moving but a fraction of an inch as I starred at them. Horse and cart were likewise moving at such a pace that time appeared to be standing still.
As for myself, I appeared to be moving in what I would call, normal time. I called out to Joseph Minton as he rode past on his horse and cart, but I could have called forever, as he passed so slowly, yet never appeared to hear a word.
I began to feel I was dreaming all this, that it was me that was all wrong and not the day and its people. Yet every so often I would realize I was behaving quite normal, just the world about me was a bit odd to say the least.
The day was so prolonged that I cannot really say how long it was, it just dragged on and on and on.
I must have become weary, fell asleep. Goodness knows how long I had been awake. All I can tell you is this, I was awoken by Bernard Miller, he was shaking me violently, I appeared to be sprawled out on a bench outside The Fishermans Rest. It was nightime, Bernard was shouting 'Charles, Charles, get up you drunken fool, it is eleven twenty, the pub is closed, now go home.'
I recall trying to stand up and watching the image of Bernard swaying left and right, then staggering off towards the direction that Bernard said was home.
The following day I tried to tell people of the strange day I had seen, everything going in slow motion, yet not one person would believe me, so I leave it for you to mull over.
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