Thursday, November 14, 2013
Thursday Tales: The Clock Tower
I looked out the window and I watched the hands move on the clock across the courtyard. Minute by minute, they ticked away.
I thought I was superhuman. But, as it turns out, I'm just normal-human.
The hands ticked again. Up to 12. There was a pause, as if the clock itself was inhaling sharply, unwilling to toll its bell and signal the beginning. I waited, and eventually it could stall no longer.
The bell rang out.
The door to my room opened.
And suddenly it was all dark.
Today was Execution Day.