⏰ . (a tic-tock blog) . ⏲

An Allegory

A quaint little store, a bell tinkles as I open the door.

The shopkeeper’s hair is

white and he has wrinkles with a twinkle in his eyes.
I explained I was looking

for a clock to buy. As he

took me aside there were

many sizes and shapes, in gold, wood and brass.

Their faces encased in sparkling glass. I bent my ear –

do they have a ticking sound or strike on the hour?

Nothing! I am saddenned.

They are all highly fashioned
but they lack

one thing,

they don’t have a tick or a ring!
Nothing!

Not one of these clocks would I buy . . .
Little did I know I needed a clock

I could wind. . . .

As I open the door to leave, the

shopkeeper calls, he has found the
key to the tall clock on the wall . . .

The rest of this story can be read in my book
‘Crushed violets’ Available free
on smashwords.com