Clocks Stories

The scorching sun beat down on Randolph Wainwright as he trudged through the endless parched desert. He had no recollection of how he got here or where "here" was. The last thing he remembered was walking home from the library on a crisp autumn evening, and now he found himself in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by an eerie silence. As he scanned his surroundings, his eyes landed on a peculiar sight: rows of poles, each...

The stormy evening had cast a mystical spell over the quaint Alpine village, with the rolling hills shrouded in a thick veil of mist. The streets were empty, save for the occasional passerby hurrying to find shelter from the rain. It was on one of these deserted streets that a tourist happened upon the workshop of the enigmatic clockmaker, Hans, a local craftsman. The sign above the door read "Hans' Timepieces" in elegant...

Clocks had a way of misbehaving in the house. Clocks often misbehave, particularly mechanical ones. The clock in the car that is two or three minutes slower than the clock last spied before leaving the house. The clock on the oven timer that never quite matches up with the always correct digital clock on the iPad being consulted for a recipe. The unused coffee-maker clock forever blinking 12:00, from now until the end of...

Tick-Tock. The clock as she  undresses for bed. Tick-tock. The clock as she  waits for him to  come in. Tick-tock. The clock as she hears the door  open. Click. Him coming in. Swoosh. His boxers and Tee as He walks her way. Tick-tock. The clock as she waits for help. Drip-drop. Her sweat, as no one comes, drops down onto the floor. Creak. The bed as He climbs on. Sigh. Him as He thinks of what's to come. Whimper. Her as s...