Contoh teks narrative science

Going Back for Seconds

Styler leaned towards the clock and pinched something from the air. I felt the room move. Everything move. She held it out to me and I dropped the paper plane I'd spent all afternoon folding and refolding and never getting right.
"A second," she said, pushing my grasping hands away and plucking the handkerchief from the top pocket of my jacket. Pinstriped, my suit a perfect miniaturized copy of my father's. Styler wrapped the second in it, made me put it in the inside pocket, the one that carries things closest to your heart. Usually a man's wallet. Figures.
"Don't waste it. And for goodness sake, if you feel a sneeze coming on--use your sleeve."

It would be wrong to say I forgot about that second, right to say I didn't give it more than a glancing thought every now and again.
What value a second when life ate up minutes, galloped through hours, gorged on days and....
"What do you want to do with this?" Helen asked, holding up the tiny suit. "Did you used to do ventriloquism?"
"It was mine," I said and saw her face was troubled, yet fascinated. The suit was the only thing in the room cut in my father's image. I hadn't gone out of my way to disappoint him--like all things financial were his natural gift, mine was falling way below people's expectations. Helen pulled a paper plane from the pocket. Badly made, a waste of the time I'd spent trying to do it.
"There's something in the inside pocket. It's a handkerchief. Urgh, there's something in it."
She held the handkerchief up by its collected corners and I reached forward and grabbed it before it could unfold whereupon what sprinkled out would not be dried snot, but the second that Styler had given me.
"The suit?" she reminded me, after I'd spent a long time staring at the handkerchief.