by Michael Seese
Another somewhat unconventional entry for this week's Janet Reid contest. But unlike last week's story (which didn't win, but earned a "Too creepy for words"), at least I know how I came up with it.
The keywords were
I started with a mental image of those (speaking of) creepy cat clocks.
Once I thought of what I wanted to do with "splat" the rest fell into place. (Pun intended.) And here is "Time."
by the tick-tock
of the clock
on the wall
above the bed.
One of those bulgy-eyed cats.
Orbs darting back and forth, back and forth, forth and back.
Silly, like a child's nursery rhyme.
I remember I'd walked out to the end of the drive to grab the Post Gazette.
The scream stopped me in my tracks.
The ladder slipped. But my legs locked.
I couldn't get there in time. I couldn't stop his fall.
Then came the sound I will never forget.
A grotesque splat
as the pavement opened his head.
Now I have nothing. Nothing but time.
We'll see how it fares on Monday.
As always, I'd love to hear your thoughts.