It's been a busy summer, and little writing has been accomplished, but the kids head back to school in a few days. Which means my house will stay clean for longer than a few hours after my labors have ended; fall (my favorite time of year); and more time to devote to WRITING! Here is a little taste:
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Coo-coo, coo-coo
The scratch of the quill kept time. He never heard the tick or the tock. The sounds were there, forgotten until the day they ceased.
The quill held by a still hand, withered with old age. Much like the face, deep wells of time etched by heartbreak and loss surround clear gray eyes.
Thump-thump
Thump-thump
Scrap
A chill swells in his soul. Might the clock never tick again? Fore what could stop the beautiful sound of the coo coo, always on its mission to sound the hour?
