Ticking Time - #Visdare no. 60

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 13^th of May 2014 – 3:45 am.

132 words without the title.

#VisDare no. 59: Moxie

 

The wailing wind could not accede or sway her. She was determined and nothing anyone or anything could say or do could put her off.

Her mind was made.

She got dressed, packed her money, cell phone and a few other necessities, and slung her bag across her body. She finished that last cigarette and stumped the butt on the pavement.

She got on her motorcycle and, without looking back, drove off.

The wind ceased its wailing. And as the sun rose, a lively breeze blew behind her, pushing her forward, sending her off to her destiny.

This piece is inspired by this week's VisDare prompt no. 59 "Moxie" and the above picture. We were to write any piece in 150 words or less. My piece is 97 words.

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