Carla became a bag of wet sand and a quiver ran under her face,
She was leaving to a place unwillingly visited.
Her body hardened to a frozen hunk while she flitted over the time barrier, through the pain-wall, to be cast down so cruelly into the fray.
Her new body was the trauma she had once felt, in the past – crystallised into a glass sculpture of herself.
She grasped to be let out behind rustling crepe paper eyelids and the screams escaped, but she couldn’t hear them under thick syrup.
“Flashback” gives the illusion of speed, but the shutter can keep clicking.