Tick Tock (Friday Fictioneers)
The noise. I couldn’t stand the noise. Constant, never ending pounding at my brain the way her words twisted metaphorical knives beneath my skin, (though her nasty utterances could cut as deep as an actual blade.)
Leaving me her beloved clock was a way to continue her harassment into perpetuity.
I don’t know why I bought it home. It went straight into the closet – to be forgotten, as I wished she could be.
Some nights, I could hear it though the walls, vibrating the floorboards, rattling the door.
I hope a blazing fire will bring an end to my anguish.
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She’s a pork pie short of a picnic. I love it
And shes not the only one! Thanks Neil
They could just throw the clock away, interesting that despite their complaints they still hold on to that memory. Good work.
Yes!! Well spotted Iain. There is a lot of emotion here.
Wow!
Superbly written, Laurie. I wish him peace.
Thank you Moon. I think the clocks destruction wont solve his problems
I think she needs to chuck it out. Nice piece.
I agree Claire. She’ll never move on with it there
Dear Laurie,
It seems to me that hauling it off to the dump might have been a saner choice. But methinks that’s the point. Her clock has struck 13, no? Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Yes!! Exactly Rochelle. And there is a strange sadness. She hated her and yet it belonged to her mother…
Excellent, Laurie. A fire indeed.
Thanks John… burn the thing i say!!
Yup. Here, take some gasoline.
Well a fire would do the trick, I guess.
Well physically yes… mentally i think it will always be with her
Parents can do such damage. You portray clearly the emotional grip that the mother has over her daughter, a grip so strong that even death can’t break it.
“though her nasty utterances could cut as deep as an actual blade.’ I once knew a woman whose parents did this to her. It was horrible to watch, and you could see the effect on her life.
That’s a strong piece, Laurie, well done!
Thank you Penny. Yes i think the pain caused by someone who loves us can be so life altering. We grow up hearing that voice and the meaning behind it. It shapes who we are. For ill in this case
Dump the damn thing – ar at least stop winding it.
Lol… i think this clock is self winding. At least in her mind it is.
This poses so many questions. The bond must be very strong if they continue to keep that clock.
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Oooooo i love that idea. Eternal and damned
When she is ready to bust that clock, she’ll also be ready to move forward.
Oh so correct Dale.
That is one invasive clock. I hope only it goes in the flames and not the whole house.
I think the bonfire will be outside. But yes its not so much the clock as the memories it holds
This has an Edgar Alan Poe feeling about it. Excellent tension.
Ooooo thank you for that comparison Granonine!
I agree with Penny … parents are always present. Don’t know if it matters if she get rid of the clock.
Yes you are soooo right Bjorn. The clock will still tick in her head, destroyed or no.