“I'm having a
whale of a time.”
Jonah*
#quote
Today I counted
my chickens before they hatched. Turned out to be negative twelve.
Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Susie And
Her Clock
Little baby
Susie stared at the clock on the wall. A cute little cat clock it
ticked the seconds regularly. Only three months old her fascination
of the world led her to crawl towards the end of the crib to listen
to and watch the clock. To a baby the world meant a confusing barrage
of information to absorb as reality came into being. The clock
plugged into the wall so it never stopped and served as a universal
constant in Susie's life. Even more than her own body as she grew
hair on her little head the clock remained unchanged.
When her
parents tried to replace the clock she cried, so they left it there
for years to come, to the point of her being a toddler and the
parents not even remembering why they never replaced the clock. Susie
still felt attached to the clock, but she couldn't place why, and she
didn't let her parents replace it.
The years went
past even more and even in high school the clock ticked and ticked. A
rather stubborn thing. Susie, now called nothing but Susan, replaced
the batteries and some other parts from time to time.
She carried it
with her to college and then to own home after that. She changed her
furniture frequently except for that little clock. When her husband
asked her why she kept the clock she looked at it and searched her
brain for an answer. She worked hard and dug deep to find one.
“I've heard
that clock so long memories through my whole life are linked to that
ticking noise. I'm reminded of summers, winters, rainy days, sunny
days, happy days and sad days.”
Susan then
wondered if anyone else had their own kinds of clocks.
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