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The Day Time Froze at 11:11
I remember the exact moment time stopped. It was 11:11 a.m., Tuesday. The sun had just broken through a week-long storm, scattering gold across my bedroom wall like scattered coins. I was sipping lukewarm coffee, half-listening to the soft whirr of the ceiling fan, when the world grew... still. At first, I thought it was just me — that dizzy, floating sensation I’d come to associate with grief. But it wasn’t in my head. The coffee froze in mid-pour as I tilted the mug. Outside the window, a crow hovered mid-wing, trapped in silent flight. The fan above didn’t turn. The second hand on my grandfather's clock, always loud, had gone quiet — caught between the tick and the tock. 11:11. The moment itself wasn’t unusual — people make wishes at that time. I had, too, as a kid. Back then, I believed time listened. I believed everything mattered. That belief had faded. Until now. --- I walked through the house in slow motion, though it wasn’t me who was slowed — it was the world. My mother’s knitting needles were frozen mid-air in the living room, suspended in the middle of an unfinished scarf she’d been making for winter, though winter was months away. My younger brother, Sam, was on the porch, one sneaker half-on, reaching toward a paper airplane he’d just thrown. It hung in the air like it had never left his hand. Everything — and everyone — was locked in that precise instant. Except me. Panic flickered in my chest, but it was softened by awe. The kind of awe you feel at the edge of a cliff or inside a cathedral. It wasn’t terrifying. It was... reverent. Like time had taken a breath — and I’d been invited to witness it. But then, I saw her. --- She stood in the hallway at the end of the house, just outside my father’s old study. I hadn’t seen her in over a year, not since the accident. Her dress — the soft yellow one she wore the summer we fell in love — floated around her knees like a painting come to life. Her eyes met mine, warm and tear-glossed. “Ellie?” I whispered. She smiled. I stepped forward, heart slamming in my chest. “Is this real?” She nodded. Ellie — my Ellie — had died in a car crash last spring. I’d tried to tell myself it wasn’t my fault. I wasn’t the one driving. But I had made her late. We’d argued over something stupid — which song would be our first dance at the wedding. She left in frustration. I watched from the window as she pulled away. That was the last time I saw her alive. Until now. --- “How are you here?” I asked, barely breathing. Ellie reached out, and though I couldn’t feel warmth, I felt weight — the pressure of her hand wrapping mine. Her fingers brushed my palm, leaving a tingling trace of memory. “This moment isn’t for the world,” she said softly. “It’s for you.” “But how?” She stepped closer. “Time broke for you, because you broke it first. You’ve been stuck in that moment — the moment I left. Even when the clocks kept ticking, you didn’t move forward.” I felt tears rising. “I didn’t know how.” “You still don’t,” she said gently. “But now, you’re listening.” I looked around — at the house frozen in motion, at the silence that hummed like a heartbeat. “Why 11:11?” I asked. Ellie smiled. “Because it’s a wish. It’s the universe’s way of opening the door. But you had to walk through.” I wanted to hold her. To beg her to stay. To scream that this wasn’t fair — that we’d never gotten our first dance, our shared apartment, our stupid dog. But all that came out was, “I miss you.” “I know,” she said. “But you can’t live in missing. You have to live in the now.” --- We stood together in the stillness — the last moment of us. Then she leaned forward and kissed my forehead. Her lips were cool, like a memory fading in the breeze. “When time starts again,” she said, “promise me you’ll move with it.” I tried to answer, but my throat clenched. And just like that, she stepped back into the hallway shadows. Her outline blurred, like fog meeting sunlight. She faded — not all at once, but gradually, like a song slipping out of reach. Then I heard it. Tick. The clock resumed its motion. The crow outside cawed in surprise and flew on. Sam’s paper airplane glided lazily through the air and landed on the porch steps. The coffee finished its pour. Everything — everyone — moved forward. Except now, so did I. --- The world didn’t notice what had happened. But I did. Every 11:11 since then, I pause — not to wish, but to remember. To listen. Because time froze once, just for me. And in that suspended moment, Ellie left me a secret: That healing doesn’t come from forgetting. It comes from moving with the hands of the clock — not against them.
By Muhammad Saad 7 months ago in Wander
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