“Unimaginable,” they said. “It could never happen.”
But it did. The world stopped spinning. Just like that, we woke to fallen trees and beds cast aside, humans flung here there and everywhere, animals, too; clouds hung in limbo like marshmallows waiting to roast, the sun stationary and forlorn. Those who’d survived the emergency stop, like me, thought it a bad dream, a nightmare one couldn’t wake from. It didn’t stop us trying, though. I watched others screw up their faces, blink eyes, weep, but no one could make it disappear.
“Unimaginable,’ they said.
“No more than we deserved,” said I.