There are ticks and there are
tocks, and in front of Alec sat a dozen clocks. Each spoke of a different time,
a different day, a different decade.
8:00, 10:30, 11:45, 12:23,
4:08, no a.m. or p.m., just numbers and times, some ticking, some standing
still, worn out and exhausted.
But Alec knew. Time never stops;
it never rests.
Never.
He closed his eyes and
listened as Time's slow and boring robotic music played on and on and on…
When he opened his eyes, the
music continued to play but its echoing mechanical ticks and tocks were lost in
the hustle and bustle of the surrounding streets; they were lost in time and
space.
With one last look, he left the
stacks of clocks lying about on the side of the street.
This is my piece for this week's #Visdare prompt (the above picture).
Written 13th
of May 2014 – 3:45 am.
132 words without the
title.
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