Part 18

It is a moment. A millionth of a second. Less than a breath.  A spark. Not tangible. Not conscious. Not measurable. That erupts.  Pulls everything apart.  Forever.  The millionths after.  Turn into seconds.  A heartbeat. A twitch. Internal combustion.  Explosions. Fear. Loathing. Hate. In a millionth. Threads.  Fate. Providence.  Cut. Embellished.  These many millionths. New eventualities.  A road that forks.  A hand that strangles. A woman that tortures.