Sandra 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.
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Ooh nice
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Thanks.
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eerie coincidence
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Is it just a coincidence or something more?
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You’ve set me wondering now whether my mother’s clock will stop when she dies.
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Hmm. Stranger things have happened.
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Did he keep the clock all along, ro has his ghost brought it back as a reminder? Spooky stuff.
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Those are the questions that were freaking her out!
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My watch has just stopped. That’s it then…bye bye!
Click to read my FriFic!
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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.
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I honestly never heard of that custom.
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Sad how such simple things can mean so much.
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Yes, it is, but such associations are etched into our minds.
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A sentient clock. Rather chilling.
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Spooky, indeed!
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