He grips time in his hand, preventing it from slipping through his fingers. His responsibility is to the people; to give them a chance to live their lives without worrying about details like time speeding up or slowing down.

Each moment must be let loose at exact intervals, so Michael can grow up, and Sarah can have her baby, and James can get married, and Anna can die peacefully in her bed. Every moment at the perfect time.

But he’s tired of one moment at a time.

He opens his hand and watches as the moments spill onto the floor.

Note: written for the #Flashfichive 100 word prompt on Twitter.