My entry for Trifextra: Week 101
She studied every word, melding it
with the next, begging it to make sense, putting all of her paid knowledge to
work. She had to find some cure… before
it was too late.
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
End of the Clock
Trifecta Writing Challenge Week: 110
"End of the Clock"
The air in the cell was thick, as was the icing on my
doughnut.
I will savor this last request, I thought, I will savor every
bite.
It’s a quaint feeling, watching the warning-red second hand
of the clock make its rounds, knowing every tick it makes depletes one second
off your last hour of life. Every
precise, robotic move it made, the doughnut tasted better. And when it was gone, there was nothing left
to do, nothing to do but watch that relentless second hand.
The good thing about watching a clock is that time seems to
slow. And I couldn’t think of a more
appropriate situation for time to dawdle.
It sounds ludicrous to watch the clock, counting down the
last minutes of your consciousness, but thoughts of my death weren’t on my
mind. I was watching that red hand trail
around the white face, only recalling memories; remembering that every time
that hand made a move in the past I was fulfilled, that every second of my life
I lived with no regrets.
What better way to live?
The death bell tolled, tearing me from my nostalgic
daydreams. The inevitable reality snuck
back up on me like a sucker punch.
Regretless is the only way to leave this world. No regrets about anything, including the very
recent choices that landed me such an intense sentence.
Life was full and beautiful and fast. Hopefully death will be just as swift.
The thought is consuming, though I know I shouldn’t think of
it in my last minutes. They’re coming to
release me from these bars as well as this life, and I should find a happier
place for my thoughts to mingle until that last second is sliced and I’m
submerged into an inky void—just another shadow.
Luckily for me death is just that, death.
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