Terrible Minds’ Flash Fiction: 5 words

Scissors

I cut the film into thirty-six clips and spliced it together with special tape. I got it on a reel and played it through a projector. It was thirty-six perfect moments, real on the wall at twenty-four frames per second.

Later it occurred to me that the actual moment was the light, not the film. By the one source, each frame of film experienced.

I cut up a lot more film, ended up with the special tape from beginning to end. My life looks a lot more choppy now, but every moment is exactly what I want it to be.

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