“Who's on
first?”
Babe Ruth* #quote
Today I met an
alien and gave him directions. He was lost, he went here but he was
actually looking for the fifth rock from the Sun. Well everyone makes
mistakes. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Dog
And The Clock Tower
In a city stood
a massive clock tower in the center of the crossroads and small dog
in the center of a nearby backyard. At every hour on the hour the
clock tower would go ding and dong so loudly people would swear its
bells were made of woven thunder. It only stopped ringing at night
when the citizens of the town would begin to wrap themselves in
bedsheets and dreams.
And on those
hours when the gigantic clock tower rang the little dog would
yip-yip-yip and bark. All because it was protecting the backyard from
whatever dog, which is all it could imagine the clock tower to be,
from entering. At every hour that the clock tower rang and the little
dog barked it never entered its backyard or home so it figured it
protected the house and human family it lived with quite well.
One day the
clock tower broke though. It no longer rang at any hour of the day.
The tower was an old relic, over one hundred years old and coming
from the cities founding. The tower served as a monument, but it
saddened the city when the gears within broke beyond repair and that
any attempt to fix them would risk destroying the tower.
The little dog
grew sad as well. It didn't know what a clock tower was. But it
missed the other dog that barked every hour on the hour.
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