The Clock

Dusty, it loomed in the corner.

Ticking with a whispered thump it was the only object within the room to create a sound. The cracked face, off-white with age, showed the time as one minute to twelve whatever the time. The pendulum weights locked into place, apparently, by hundreds of long-abandoned cobwebs, they too thick with dust.

Brass rims edge both the casing and clock face,  up close revealing a dark reflection of the surrounding room and tiny figures within tapping in a desperate attempt to be free from their mirrored prison.

Well, how else can a stopped clock tick?


White Rabbits for October.

OCTOBER!!! Already.

The month of Hallowe’en is upon us once again, and once again I hand over to those Halloween Forces here at Beyond the Sphere.

Well, I have to do something to get a blog post or two out, haven’t I?

Happy October! Mwahahaha!

22 Comments on “The Clock

  1. “Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.” (words by Haruki Murakami, from his book: Dance Dance Dance) Sums it all up really rather well I reckon. 😉

    Nice artwork Mr. Tom!

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    • Indeed it is, Prenin.
      My little posts are intended to link into the season this month, although I may be missing the mark just a tad on a few… 🙂

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  2. Oh that was good Tom! Just eerie enough to be brilliant 🤠 And just right for the the autumn season creeping in again with its dark nights closing in and all the other deliciously autumny goings on that occur as October rolls on…,🙃

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