Ticking ClocksI don't quite remember exactly how I got up there. On the clock face. I know I saw him up there and suddenly it all went blank. I was fighting for a hold on the hands of the clock. Everything was... everything was blurry... and weird. That's right, weird. No better word for it than what it was. People must have seen us. You don't just miss that sort of thing. Not that there was anything they could do. The wind blew. Stronger than before, you know? It caught my dress and my hair and I was sliding. Sliding down the... well I suppose it was the arm of the clock, wasn't it? If they have hands, stands to reason they have arms. I saw the utter horror on his face. Realised the gravity of the situation. Almost. It was just too unbelievable. I felt detached. Probably a good thing. But the sight of his terror filled face made my stomach lurch. It was the sort of short panic you get when you trip over. The pressure in your chest. Kind of feels like a spike in your back. I scrambled. Wrapped my le
The Damage You Had Done: Remainder of Chapter OneThe three of us, Lola, the stranger and I, sat in the midst of an awkward silence for a while. The boy in the greatcoat happily consumed the tea and biscuits we had provided him with. Lola shifted uncomfortably on the sofa beside me. I looked at her and released, with a sharp twinge of annoyance that, whilst the stranger knew both my name and that of my sister, we were yet to learn anything about him.
I cleared my throat but, before I could so much as open my mouth to speak, the boy grinned and wiped the crumbs from his mouth. "Zane." He announced.
"What?" inquired Lola. Good, I thought, at least it's only this Zane character who knows what I'm thinking. My innermost feelings are not in the public domain, as it were.
Zane smiled, "Good one. Don't worry it's not just you, I do that with everyone."
"Oh and I was beginning to feel special," I replied dryly
"Sorry, Lola," He said, ignoring me, "Now, now, don't you think you're being a little harsh on your sister?" Lola blushed at Zane's ve
ShadowsOrange drifts hazily through the air
And summer, in its vivid hues of life
Graces the world once more with its presence fair
But still there is that hint of strife
For when the colours cease
And the day is done
We are but shadows of the sun