Tyranny of the Watch
‘Wake up’, said the watch.
‘I didn’t get even a wink of sleep. Let me….’ said he.
‘That doesn’t matter. You have to go for the yoga session and
then…..’The watch was, as always, extremely polite.
‘I hate you.’ Indignantly, he pushed the watch away.
‘It means nothing to me.’ The watch would never take offence to his outbursts
that had become quite frequent in recent times, ‘You have already lost twenty
minutes.’
The watch was inexorably relentless.
Something in him snapped. He smashed the watch on the wall. He pretended
that he had smashed the tyranny of the watch.
The clock on the wall chimed disdainfully.
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A post for Friday Fictioneers on a photo prompt.
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Deleteha ha - nicely done.
ReplyDeleteDear Arora,
ReplyDeleteHe might smash the watch, but he can't get away from the tyranny of time. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle
DeleteYeah--we go "round and round on the circle game." No escape.
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DeleteI echo Rochelle's sentiments. It would be nice if we could turn time back, or at least slow it down, but there's no stopping it.
ReplyDeleteGood one... reminds us of harsh truth!
ReplyDeleteWake up!
thanks
DeleteThat was great. You can't escape time, even if you try.
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