Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week's photo was contributed by Brenda Cox.

Copyright Brenda Cox

It could happen anywhere. At any time. To anyone.

It had started two years ago. The folding of the fabric of reality. Nobody really understood it, not even the scientists, though everyone unanimously agreed that "something had gone wrong somewhere".

Look at that poor cyclist. Riding along, minding their own business and suddenly they're at one with the wall. What a way to go.

It's not always fatal. One time, a prominent politician got so reconfigured he ended up literally talking out of his ass.

No-one noticed for a month.

The world's always been a bit twisted though, I guess.