Fiction

There i was, walking down that rather
narrow lane in my new jeans.
I was walking in slow motion,
watching my short hair move with the breeze
forming waves of youth
from a third persons point of view, when - WHAM!

Minutes passed, days passed, months, years even,
and slowly i arose from the aged ground
with little or no memory of what had happened.
I was old, really old.
My bones were stiff and my reflexes extinct.

I was 25.

:P

[For Citrus]