The rain was suspended in mid air, the motorbike rider was stationary, but without his feet on the floor, he was still upright. Pedestrians were standing still. Looking around him, Joshua walked slowly, dodging those standing perfectly still. ThereMoreThe rain was suspended in mid air, the motorbike rider was stationary, but without his feet on the floor, he was still upright.
Pedestrians were standing still. Looking around him, Joshua walked slowly, dodging those standing perfectly still. There was no noise, nothing. This was the centre of London. Looking up at the sky, the pigeons were suspended in mid flight. It was not a dream. This was real. He turned and everywhere he looked, all he could see were people and cars suspended in time.Taking several steps, he gave the nearest person to him a nudge. As one foot was in front of them and off the floor, the person he pushed just fell over.
Placing both hands on their shoulders, he lifted them up back in to the same position as they had been prior to pushing him over. The male was not as heavy as he had expected them to be. Why were they so light? Why was this happening? Taking a deep breath, he yelled at the top of his voice, HELP ME! There was no echo from any of the buildings. The words just faded almost immediately.Walking through the crowd, he sat in the corner of the door way. Crouching down he put his hands in his head and started crying. The silence was ere. Thinking to himself, he tried to recall what he was doing when the world just stopped.As he sat there, recalling in his mind, the noise of London returned.
People started walking again and the vehicles churned the air back to the grey smog Londoners were used to. Standing up, he looked around him. People stared at him as they past. It wouldnt take him long to figure out the cause. But with power came responsibility. Joshua knew this and it would take a little time, a little luck and a steer in the right direction to ensure this power was not abused.There were questions, lots of questions, but most importantly. Why me’, he thought.