Last month I told you about my joining the team over at Snaps1000Words.com, a website dedicated to creating 1000-word short stories based on pictures the contributors see or take.
Well, a while ago I visited an elderly man. His house was filled with beautiful trinkets, antiques and conversation starting knickknacks. One piece that caught my attention was an old, cherry wood clock with straight lines and a brass plated face. The clock was so striking that it stood out to me, as if to scream look at me I’m special. It caught my attention and this story is the result of me letting my mind take me away.
When the Clock Strikes
Among the knickknacks littering the mantle in the main living room, an ornately beautiful yet insignificant clock chimed every hour, on the hour. It sat near the helm of my maternal grandfather’s boat, the only piece of Lily’s Hope salvaged after it caught fire on the river one Fourth of July. My dad gave the clock to my mother several years before they married. I never understood why she kept it after she left him.
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