Every Friday authors from around the world gather around the virtual fireside of fellow WordPress blogger Rochelle Wisoff to share flash fiction stories of 100 words, all inspired – regardless of genre – by a common photograph, and exchange constructive criticism. Readers’ comments are also welcome.
This week’s photo has been provided by David Stewart. (Visit David’s blog: The Green-Walled Tower: a Fiction Blog of Funny and Dark Stories).
Here’s the story the photo inspired:
Waiting for the Hands of Time
Hear the legend: once there was Time; when Time existed, Time had hands. Fingers marked the tick tock of its passing. Another legend says: Time waits for no man, so on the rim of this handless clock we wait for the return of Time. In the hope that with the return of Time, we can begin and so, end, for we cannot until Time returns to free us from eternity. Oh, how we long for the end of eternity!
We watch others’ futile embroidering of emptiness as they climb endlessly towards no destination.
Hope is our only destination, until the return of Time. So we keep vigil for long thin shadows.
Note: I decided to leave this at 111 words as this ties in with a recent peculiar sleeping pattern. I always look at the clock when I wake up during the night and recently, I’ve woken up at (it’s a 12, rather than 24 hour clock): 2:22, 3:33, 4:44, 5:55 – and 1:11. There are no other possible combinations, I thought, then, having gone to bed early one night, woke up at 12:22!
I can say with certainty that the previous owner of the clock is now in ‘the beyond’. Was this an attempt to contact me from that place? Who knows? But what I do know is that if I were to wake up and the clock was registering 6:66, I’d call in an exorcist without hesitation!
- A Perch Too High – Friday Fictioneers – July 5th (joeowensblog.wordpress.com)