The ticking of the clock grew louder, but time itself didn’t budge.
She looked out the window and waited. The entire world was absent as she sat in her living room alone and undisturbed. Her eyes were open, as they had been all day and every day before it. What she needed was a sign of life, and she was ready to wait her life for it. She didn’t expect much; almost anything would do the trick.
Where is everyone?
She pondered as she sat watching an unfolding world unfold before her. Her body was still, the clock was still, and still, too, was the world. Not a thing moved that day, and so neither did she.
Her eyes glanced towards the clock that mocked her with immovable time.
I guess I’ll wait, she said aloud to no one. Still as a stone she remained when suddenly the clock came crashing off the wall into shards of broken wood and time.
Suddenly the ticking grew louder.