The Future

“Am I seriously the first angel you detected since 80 years?” I purse my lips.

He stopped for a moment and made a thinking face, recalling something. “You’re right. It hasn’t been 80 years. More like 50. The last one died so quick, it barely left an imprint.”

I lightly scoff. A part of me wonders if this is a way to provoke me, trying to tell me that I am going to be next. Perhaps I am also going to be someone who is not capable of even leaving an imprint on him before I die.

I struggle against the invisible force that glues me to my spot and slowly but surely, I could wiggle my fingers and toes. The tension is thick and suffocating- the moment drags on forever and it seems like this nightmare will never end. Have I been dreaming for hours or has it been just a few minutes? Whatever the actuality, it felt like a really long time. My perception of time must be warped already seeing how I can’t even remember how I got here in the first place. The silence continues to deafen me, all I co