The clock ticks.
Upstairs an ogre sleeps.
Paralysed by fear, a child sits waiting for the monster to awake.
Hands of terror traverse the clock’s face.
A creak. The child glances fearfully upwards, praying for deliverance.
The clock ticks.
Upstairs an ogre sleeps.
Paralysed by fear, a child sits waiting for the monster to awake.
Hands of terror traverse the clock’s face.
A creak. The child glances fearfully upwards, praying for deliverance.
i really liked it 🙂 especially the last line (y)
Thank you for your comment. I am pleased you liked my post and thank you for following my blog. Kind regards, Kevin
The analogy with the hands of terror and the clocks face, hands of the clock… this is so good
Thank you so much for your comment. I very much appreciate it. Best regards. Kevin
I like this. It can be taken several ways. 😀 Happy Easter.
Thank you for your comment. You are right, as with much writing this piece can be interpreted several ways. Happy Easter to you also! Best. Kevin.
It was a great Easter. Hope your’s was as well.
Brilliant.
Thank you! Kevin