Anna heard the the gun click and closed her eyes. But nothing happened.
She opened her eyes again. There they were still. And frozen in time: the tiny explosion in the gun’s chamber, never expanding; the soldier’s body, never releasing tension; the trash around the place, always in motion by this air current or that, now suspended in the air.
This is a companion discussion topic for the original entry at https://dinchamion.com/deus-ex-machina/