The Clock – Sunday Photo Fiction

AnElephantCant travel through time
He is not a writer of cool Science Fiction
He isn’t Asimov or Clarke
He stumbles around in the dark
Hoping Al does not serve notice of eviction

This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (c. 150 words) based on a photo prompt (below) provided by Alastair.
Just click on the link to see some towering tales in response to this week’s excellent prompt.
But please first cast an eye over AnElephant’s ticking time bomb.

Copyright Al Forbes

Copyright Al Forbes

The Clock

Tick tock.
Tick tock.
He lies staring at the ceiling, knowing he will not sleep.
He wonders why, of all the night sounds, he hears only the clock.
There is traffic on the street far below, even at this hour.
There are footsteps on stairs and in corridors.
There are voices being raised.
There are doors being slammed shut.
But he hears only the clock.
That clock.
The one she bought for him.
Because, she said, she loved him.
She hoped it would make him feel better.
It is a beautiful clock.
She gave it to him the day he was at his lowest ebb.
The day before he pushed her out of the window.
Tick tock.
Tick tock.

About AnElephantCant

An artist/writer/poet combination whose blogs reflect an approach to life that celebrates nature and takes a tongue-in-cheek view of most issues. So you get rhymes and doodles, photographs and comment. Irreverent and irrelevant. Occasionally funny, sometimes serious, mostly pointless. https://anelephantcant.me/
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36 Responses to The Clock – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. Indira says:

    An elephant is very clever. Now the clock is taking revenge.

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  2. belindacrane says:

    My Elephant Friend … Sometimes I find it hard to determine which I’ve laugh harder at …. your stories or your responses to comments about your stories. It most certainly extends the experience 🙂

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  3. Dave says:

    “After her defenestration (along with that damned clock), his life brightened considerably.”

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  4. Donna says:

    Very good love the tick tock ending

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  5. OnChi says:

    What an ending! Very nicely written and entertaining!

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  6. Yes, definitely a tinge of Poe. I wonder if Poe was part Scottish. LOL

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  7. Danny James says:

    Ah, your usual happy ending. 🙂

    DJ

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  8. Susan Langer says:

    Wow. Awesome piece. Didn’t expect the ending. Well done.:)

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  9. luckyjc007 says:

    Awesome! She left her impression on him for sure!

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  10. Francesca Smith says:

    The use of Tick Tock reminds me of The Tell-Tale Heart by Poe and how the narrator could hear the dead man’s heart beat.

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  11. phylor says:

    Knew there was something ominous about that ticking clock, but didn’t expect the ending. Wonderfully done!

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  12. Shilpa Garg says:

    Ouch! That’s terrible. I am sure the tic toc of the clock will get only louder with time and will not let him sleep peacefully ever! A great take on the picture prompt 🙂

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  13. It reminded me of Poe also. Loved the “tick tock tick tock.” The sound of the foreboding clock that amplifies the murder of his lover. I have a feeling that tick tocking is only going to get louder. Great story!

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  14. emmylgant says:

    A good story in a short time
    with a quick kick and a swift shove
    so much for ‘feel better’ and love…
    me thinks emm’s run out of rhyme.

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  15. Not Asimov or Clarke but Poe. I think I’ve seen this in your words before.

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