One Minute Storytelling 9-13-10

With star light stretching through the morning sky, I saw something fluttering on the ground. Kneeing down I took a closer look at the insect, it was a moth. The moth was trying to flip itself over so that it could get in position to take lift. While staring at this tiny creature my mind began to wonder. Should I flip this spotted aero-creature over or let it be? My eyes noticed more movement near the moth; ants were marching toward this helpless creature, dinner for thousands! Still swimming in my ocean of thoughts the ants started to surround the insect there was no escape. If one would try to follow the circumstances on how I or the insect got to cross paths would surely lose their marbles. Time travel has proved this claim. Using a wooden stick as a substitute for my fingers, I brought gravity upside down for the sky creature, evidently lift wasn’t achieved. I picked up a nearby stone that hadn’t been touched by sunlight it was still cool and wet. “Stay in motion”, I whispered. Muscles twitching, my energy transfers into the stone enough to sever the moth. The marching soldiers had regrouped and started to swarm the now motionless insect. Laughter had overwhelmed my senses because time traveling had become exhausting and this decision had been playing over indefinitely in space and time with never the same result.