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?
BONG!
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!
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