One. The Watchmaker

The doorbell dinged as I saw the man nestled between walls of watches ticking to the rhythm of my racing heart, except for one in my hand. The worn one with a cool buckle I clasped between my fingers for comfort. The kids said he was a warlock. I inched my feet towards a wrinkled, stooped man. I loosened my clasp on the cool buckle and presented it to him. "Can you fix it?" He lifted his plateau of wrinkles, and smiled.
“ Of course. don't be afraid."
My body stopped shaking, I lifted my hand, and slowly, I smiled.

Two. The Lion And The Gazelle

A lion raced the sun in a speedy chase for the gazelle, which, laughing in the face of such a petty display of effort, continued on her daily route home. Unperturbed by the possible death sentence behind her, she retreated to a nearby bush to rest, as her predator scoured the trees in vain for his clever prey. refreshed, the gazelle reared a proud head from her place of rest, gave a cry, and the chase continued, past buffaloes and the strange sun, too close to be gracious, and on to the night skies. Two hunters, chasing death’s tight grasp.

Three. The Good And The Bad

I sorted through a multitude of varied faces, all walking in their own direction to the beat of melodic tunes tunes emitting from a train pulling in. It was an old train station, one which had been there since seemingly the dawn of time. naively, I chose people who seemed generally good and those which seemed generally bad. It was my job, and it with pride and a serious tone. I was the station master, and no one passed the station without my inspection. exactly 42 “goods” and 84 “bads” had passed by my one person bench by one P.M.

Impressum

Lektorat: Chrisc
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 31.03.2012

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