Friday Fictioneers — The Clock

4950DDC6-25EB-4FBD-9FB7-C6314AB7DE10Sandra opened the closet door and let out an audible gasp. Her boyfriend, Larry, ran over to find her standing there, tears streaming down her face. “What happened?” he asked.

“That clock used to sit on the mantel over our fireplace, and when it stopped keeping time, my father said he threw it out. But there it is,” she said.

“Perhaps you misheard him. Maybe he said he was just going to put it aside,” Larry said.

“Maybe,” admitted Sandra. “But what’s freaking me out is the time on the clock. 11:16, is the exact time my father died.”

(100 words)

Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt from Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Photo credit: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

15 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers — The Clock

  1. Liz Young November 24, 2017 / 8:22 am

    You’ve set me wondering now whether my mother’s clock will stop when she dies.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Fandango November 24, 2017 / 9:24 am

      Hmm. Stranger things have happened.


  2. Iain Kelly November 24, 2017 / 8:57 am

    Did he keep the clock all along, ro has his ghost brought it back as a reminder? Spooky stuff.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Dale November 24, 2017 / 4:56 pm

    And so often in some households, they stop the clock upon the death of a person. I always assumed they set it to start up again eventually.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Fandango November 24, 2017 / 5:56 pm

      I honestly never heard of that custom.


    • Fandango November 25, 2017 / 6:33 am

      Yes, it is, but such associations are etched into our minds.


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