Author : Duncan Shields
Seven years of work here in the KT and the worst thatâ€™s happened to me is that I lost a fingertip in a time trap. Itâ€™s still there, falling to the floor in a three second loop over and over again for eternity over in Cardiff. The victim is still turning to look at me every three seconds before the trap springs. I reached out for her and my finger tip was caught in the field when it went off. Sheâ€™ll stutter her half pirouette with wide astonished eyes for the rest of time. My fingertip will brush the shoulder of her coat and hang there until gravity pulls it down where it will almost touch the floor before the loop starts again.
She was Laney. We were set to be married on a summerâ€™s day just like in the song.
Simon was killed last week after only six weeks of active duty. Weâ€™ve put him at a desk alphabetizing until we can find a way to get him back. Elaine was aged from 16 to 49 over the course of six seconds. Julie lost an arm. Ted got two more. Peterâ€™s head got twisted the other way around but wasnâ€™t killed.
They still donâ€™t know what to say to me. They look at me like I got the worst of it.
All the mage science and laughterlife we know isnâ€™t going to bring her back. The worst part is knowing that I can catch a flight to Cardiff right now and see her turning towards me over and over again with a questioning look on her face that I can never set at ease.
The trap was set for my DNA. She triggered it because she was pregnant with our child. The trigger was sensitive but not smart.
We found the bad guys. I killed them myself.
Three seconds. I go back to Cardiff less and less and I die more and more. Thereâ€™s a blackness inside me thatâ€™s making me reckless on duty.
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