LASER MUTATION

Short story

 

In seconds of light and enclosed space, dark perhaps, a laser flash pierced the dark matter in and of the room as little could do.

It seemed a moment or perhaps, too much, as the breathe caught at the sight of the red flash coming out of nowhere among the stars; from the window, bouncing off the ceiling.

That thing made of what was left, from somewhere else, was a projection of a memory from a star exploded centuries ago, knowing a modicum of cosmology.

The memory, brought other states of view, where parts and parts of atoms came together to form a galaxy, where the star exploded. The little left was in the room, then; star to ray, little on the ceiling, too much for an human consciousness to see.