Throwback Thursday: The Clock Maker (a start to a short story circa 2020)

The clock he had built himself chimed above his head alerting Henry and his cat of a new hour. Alfie mewed at the sound then curled himself back into a contorted ball. Henry didn’t hear the Westminster chime at all. In fact, it had been hours since he had heard anything including the television he had fallen asleep to and the alert on his phone signaling a reminder to take his medication.

He wouldn’t be able to tell you the last sound he had heard before passing away peacefully in his recliner sometime during the night.  Had he been aware, he would have been grateful for the last sound he heard on earth to have been the chime of the clock he had worked so hard on. 

Published by raelynpracht

Writer. Reader. Lifetime Learner. Follower of Christ.

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