Thursday, January 5, 2012

A Journey through Time

Authors Note: This is a clocks journey through life. Getting moved from place to place.

As a clock I mostly sit up top of the room and have people look at me every so often. Every 6 months a man might come to fix something that is wrong with me. I just sit there and tell people what time it is. Very rarely there might be a fight or a disturbance. It is interesting to see these people come and go then come back the next day.

I use to be in a church listening to people praise Gods and Goddesses. Every Mass at exactly 4:30PM every Saturday and Sunday. New faces almost every mass. A mix of people. Some tall some wide. After awhile exactly 13 years and 56 days on exactly the 13 hour since the church had been built. I noticed a decrease of people less and less each time. Exactly 1 year and 32 days the church closed down. Everything originally in the church was gone I was the only thing left. 23 hours later at around 11:00PM. Someone took me off the wall. I’m not sure who. They took my batteries out.

When I woke from my sleep I saw a man at what looked to be like a flea market he paid about 10 dollars for me. He looked decent a nice tie and a good looking suit. He set me down in his back seat of his sedan. Then we drove off. When we got there it looked like we were at a school. All the kids running in the building as the bell rang.

About 15 minutes and 32 seconds later I was on a wall in what looked like a classroom. The teacher had seen better days as she stared me down tell the man to move me to the left and right. Finally after 45 seconds she told the man to leave. After about what was 34 minutes the students came in and the teacher assigned them their seats. A few of the students asked the teacher how old I was. She just snapped her fingers at the children to make them pay attention.

Nothing happened for 12 years. Then it was that time as the man took me down and through me in the garbage. All I could think about was the time as a saw a big metal vehicle take the trash I was thrown in and dump it in some holding bay. Then I prayed to father time that I may not be seeing the end before me. But if it was I was ready for it. As I heard crunching noises and notice that the walls were closing in. Then everything turned white.

When I awoke father time in the gears took me and hung me on the wall of his time and space house. I was at the most peace I have ever been in just hanging there. It was the best feeling ever.

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