Antique Clock

A man was a witness to tragedy and now can't get it out of his head. This is a flash fiction piece, 99 words

Sitting alone, he startles as the clock chimes.
            Since she left, it’s always like this. He can’t leave it alone, and it brings him no comfort. Yet here he sits, fidgeting, waiting, and she will not come.
            “Tomorrow at noon, by the antique clock,” she’d said with a smile.
            He had been at the clock that day, and every day since. But something inside him would not let go of the image of the car as it screeched to a halt; stopping only after it had knocked her down, crushing the breath from her.
            He sits here, and waits.

 

Reviews

[Smiter19]

Wow... thats deep haha!

[Closedown]

I love this so hard. One of my favourite flash fictions I've seen in a while.

[Dan Ryoma]

I don't know if you did this intentionally, but 99 in numerology signifies eternity. If you did: I think that was pretty clever and liked it.