Rewind
by Phil Temples
“Whoa!
Dudes! What th’ fuck just happened?”
Boner
addressed the question to Hampster, Cancer Balls
and Leatherhead--fellow members of his punk rock
group, The Black Banana Lungs.
“I dunno,
man,” said Cancer Balls. “It’s
like we did a reset or somethin’ on that
last riff.”
“Play it
again, hosers,” commanded Boner. He brushed
the long, purple hair back from his eyes as he
glanced at his wristwatch.
The group
again played the three measures consisting of 15
notes in 4/4 time. The snare, bass and electric
guitar combined to produce the catchy little riff
that the trio just happened to create while
clowning around during their weekly rehearsal in
Cancer Ball's parents' garage.
The riff
concluded; the strange sensation again hit the
band members.
Boner glanced
at his watch again. “I don’t
fuckin’ believe it! We just lost seven
seconds!”
Boner was
quite correct. Unknown to The Black Banana Lungs,
people the world over were stunned and shocked as
their world had just reset itself by a few
seconds-—twice, in fact. Time signal
stations around the world had recorded the
mysterious events. Computer networks were
beginning to crash. Militaries around the world
were put on high alert.
“Hey guys,”
said Boner. “Do it again.”
Leatherhead
pulled out his cassette player.
“You sure?”
asked Hampster.
“And a
one, and a two, and a—“
They concluded
a third time. Leatherhead hit the Stop and Play
buttons. But then he accidentally hit Erase.
“No!
Leatherhea—“
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