Tachypsychia
A condition that alters the perception of time, in this case, due to a traumatic event.
It’s rush hour in San Francisco, not quite a minute before 9AM, as I can see from the large pedestal clock on the opposite corner of the intersection just above the crossing signal, which has just turned green.
“I’m gonna be late!” I think, as I begin to take a step into the crosswalk when time suddenly slowed to a crawl, when I look to my left.
TICK
On my left, there is a steep hill, and my eye catches a large panel truck just as it begins to approach the crosswalk. It is not slowing.
TOCK
As it passes, heedless of the crosswalk and the red light, I see clearly . . . There is no one at the wheel. "Hillside Bakery" is emblazoned in large brown letters on the side.
TICK
As I turn my head to follow, cross traffic is already moving briskly.
TOCK
The first car struck is an ancient white Cadillac Coupe DeVille. The young driver has a look of surprise on his face before the bulk of the delivery truck obscures my view. I hear a loud crunch as the metal of the truck’s massive bumper and the passenger side of the Caddy make contact.
TICK
As large as the Cadillac is, it's forced into oncoming traffic and its left fender strikes the opposing left fender of a dark red Mustang convertible. I blithely take in the horrified look on the Mustang driver’s face as his pride-and-joy absorbs the collision and spins to the right.
TOCK
As the heavy delivery truck slowly continues to push the impaled Cadillac sideways, I hear another crunch and watch the truck shudder, as another vehicle strikes it from the left.
TICK
Smoke begins to rise from the other side of the truck, and I watch as it begins to teeter and topple slowly onto its right side, coming to rest across the trunk of the Mustang with a sickening thud.
TOCK
Just past the back of the delivery truck, I see a vigilant security guard with a shotgun, starting to climb out of the passenger side of a large smoldering Brinks Armored Truck.
TICK
I watch the security guard throw himself backward as a small silver Mazda Miata looms into view from behind the truck.
TOCK
The Miata swerves onto the sidewalk, barely missing the security guard and the mass of mangled vehicles, but then plows into a flower vendor’s stand while the vendor jumps out of the way.
TICK
As wood splinters and assorted flowers explode in all directions, the Miata burst through the remains of the stand, lurching across the corner, aimed straight at me.
TOCK
The elderly Miata driver, who I can see clearly, is screaming, her mouth wide open in inaudible surprise as her car careens off the sidewalk and she sees me frozen in her path.
TICK
Suddenly realizing my peril, I leap to my right, a fraction of a second, and scant inches, before the left fender of the car reaches me.
TOCK
The terrified driver stares at me as she passes, and I can see her knuckles white on the steering wheel, as the car impacts the granite side wall of the bank, which I had exited just moments before.
TICK
A puff of smoke appears from the center of her steering wheel, and I watch as her head hits the mercifully deployed airbag.
TOCK
Time returns to normal as catch my breath, and rush to the Miata driver’s aid, as other passersby rush to the aid of the other victims.
The nearby pedestal clock begins to chime 9 o'clock as I tear open the door of the Miata and help the driver out, while a frantic man wearing a "Hillside Bakery" shirt runs breathlessly into the intersection, his hands pounding the top of his head.
FIN
About the Creator
R.R. Michaels
Aspiring author, with a major political thriller in the works with lots of sexual & erotic scenes & themes in support. The work I submit here will largely be ancillary scenes or parallel work which aligns with Vocal's community standards.
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