Distorting time

A cricket jumps off of the picnic table in the back yard. It lands in the dew soaked grass and disappears.

A cricket jumps off of the picnic table in the back yard. Gray clouds of varying darkness pass over the sun. A train passes by, slowly. It lands in the dew soaked grass and disappears.

A cricket jumps off of the picnic table in the back yard. Gray clouds of varying darkness pass over the sun. She walks from the porch to the waters edge. A layer of mist hangs above the still water. A train passes by, slowly. It lands in the dew soaked grass and disappears.

A cricket jumps off of the picnic table in the back yard. Gray clouds of varying darkness pass over the sun. She walks from the porch to the waters edge. A raven with a beetle in its beak, watches. Wet pollen and pine musk in the air. A layer of mist hangs above the still water. A train passes by, slowly. It lands in the dew soaked grass and disappears.

A cricket jumps off of the picnic table in the back yard. Gray clouds of varying darkness pass over the sun. She walks from the porch to the waters edge. A raven with a beetle in its beak, watches. Drops of blood make a path from the bathtub out the back door. A scream is caught in the china cabinet. Wet pollen and pine musk in the air. A layer of mist hangs above the still water. A train passes by, slowly. It lands in the dew soaked grass and disappears.

She jumps off of the picnic table in the back year. Gray ravens of varying darkness block out the sun. A path of blood makes its way from the porch down to the waters edge. In the bathtub, a cricket. The air screams of wet pollen and pine musk. China mist hangs above still waters. A train of dew soaked grass slowly disappears.

This is how it will begin, with a cricket.