"Reality Blinks"
Reading Jenny Randles on "Reality blinks" (p27). Fascinating stuff. She asked for examples from the readership.
Here's mine.
Two mornings ago, I was on my way back from the dentists. Admittedly I was a little spaced out from the procedure - removal of a root left behind by a previous dentist - but perhaps this is the right state of mind for these things? A slightly altered state of mind, due to anaesthetic and a little residual pain, plus a codeine tab or two that were just beginning to kick in.
Anyway.
Travelling on the 192 bus towards Stockport town centre. watching the shops go by - this part of Buxton Road is almost entirely commercial - and registering who they were and what they were selling. (In the usual detached not-quite-there" sort of way)
At a traffic lights, i had time and leisure to notice one corner shop appeared to have changed hands. Its shop sign said "Little People" very clearly in yellow letters on blue. I could even tell they appeared to be selling childrens' clothes, which made sense of the name. There appeared to be child-size mannekins in the window. (The bus was at red lights about a hundred yards away; I was looking forward obliquely to my left.)
The lights turned green and the bus set off again. I blinked. The shop sign now said "Litha Print" in white letters on blue. There was absolutely nothing in the window that suggested child-sized shop dummies. what I'd taken to be a childrens' outfitters was in fact a printing shop.
Was it the hangover from the dentist (me on drugs and a little pain?) Just a simple misreading of the shop name, for which my imagination filled in the picture of a clothes shop for "little people"? Or just maybe a genuine glimpse at an alternative world where a childrens' clothes shop replaced a printers? Or I slipped from one Stockport into the Stockport in the universe next door, and that's the only change I've noticed so far.....