The physical sensation of being walked through was electrifying . She felt the static electricity from their bodies go through her body, and for a very brief second, she felt like she was on fire. Than just as quick as it started, it was gone. she turned around and watched the couple continue on as though she was never there. She stood there in shock. The rest of the world seemed to be going by without her.
Slowly she retrieved her new smartphone. Pulling it out she examined the opening screen. Time and date were there alright. Then she looked in the gallery where the picture she'd taken a few minutes ago was stored. There she was staring back at her. But the image didn't seem right. As she watched it for several minutes, transfixed on her eyes, she realized the image was very slowly fading. First the background seemed to be melting into a gray haze. Then her image itself seemed to the be melting. The edges of her hair, appeared to be getting blurry, and before her eyes they seemed to fade into the gray background. She quickly closed the app, and returned to the home screen. At first she didn't notice anything . Then she glanced at the clock . Instead of being 3 minutes later then it was when she opened the gallery to look at her picture, It was 3 minutes earlier. She had just lost 3 minutes of her life.
Looking around she found a bank clock, that displayed the time and temperature. Sure enough her phone was 3 minutes behind the clock. . Opening the camera app on her phone again, she looked around for something to take a picture of . Finely she spotted a discarded pop can sitting on a bench in front of a store.
She raised the camera, noted the exact time she took the picture, actually wrote two times on her hand, one was what the bank clock said, and other was what her phone said. She zoomed in and took a picture of the Pepsi can. Opening the gallery app on her phone she watched the picture and the original can.
She didn't have to wait long. Withing a minute the bench started to fade in her picture. At the same time, the real bench started to loose its density. it seemed to be fading right before her eyes, She reached out to touch it. Her hand went right through it. The Pepsi can was also fading equally fast. Withing another 3 minutes both the real bench and Pepsi can were gone, and the picture on her phone was a gray haze. She watched as the tow of them faded into nothingness. Looking around, No one seemed to notice her or the disappearing bench. She looked at the the two clocks again. The bank clock seemed to be working right It gained another 3 minutes. The clock on her phone had indeed lost another 3 minutes.
The implication of what had happened scared her. She no longer existed as far as the world was concerned. A bench no longer existed, because she took a picture of it. The enormity of what was happening began to sink in. She opened her picture gallery again. Checking the picture of the bench it was completely gone Then her picture. Where there was hair, in the picture, was now a gray haze. Her face was fast disappearing. It now only showed he eyes and nose and mouth in a circle of gray haze. She was just getting used to the idea of being invisible to the world. The bigger question loomed, what would happen when her picture finely faded from the picture entirely. Checking the information bot her picture, It had been 10 minutes since she'd taken her selfie .
As the last pixels of her photo faded into a grey haze that had overtaken her picture she felt herself becoming hyper aware of her surroundings. Her sense of hearing and sight dramatically and sharply increased. Her view of her world changed. from that of a human on a street, in the middle of a town, to a cat's eye view of the world, looking down on earth from outer space. She was conscious of the whole wold, Every living thing seemed to be channeling its thoughts and feeling to her. The impact of the rush of sensations, and emotions was shocking to her system and her mind. She tried to comprehend her new reality.
Then she heard another voice. Clear and quiet , over the cavalcade of thoughts and sounds that was assaulting her mind.
When her mind finely cleared up a bit she was back where she started, sort of. There was the bench with the Pepsi can.
Turning she saw a number of people with smartphones in their hands.
The world looked very similar to the world she'd just left. But , there was one important difference. There was no room for remorse or sorrow. Time runs backwards in this world.