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The Clock: Flash Fiction



Only one piece had made it back to his apartment after the big clean up.
His grandfather had moved on to his heavenly home; to Jesus, the Lord he'd served for many years. Logan had been assigned to the task of sorting through the elderly man's possesions.

That one piece, was a small, ornate clock, which now stood on his desk. Logan noted that it seemed to be keeping time well, and now and again, his ears would tune in to its soft ticking as he worked at his computer.

Its ticking dimmed into the background as his work day progressed, and later, as he banged a couple of pots and chopped an onion. But the ticking of the clock faded completely as he sat back to enjoy some videos and play his favourite game.

Logan forgot about the small addition to his  home as his day wound down. Finally, he climbed into bed, ready for a good sleep. 

It was then that the clock made its prescence felt: tick, tock, tick, tock. Logan changed sides in hopes that turning his back on it would somehow help, but it  didn't.

The ticking just grew louder in the silence of the night, and Logan found himself thinking of his grandfather; of how his life had ended so abruptly.

Tick, tock, tick, tock. The noise echoed the beating of his own heart. One day, the ticking of the clock would die with the death of its battery. Just as his own heart would stop one day. So suddenly.

The warning sounded harsh in his ears. Tick, tock, tick, tock....


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Time is flying, flying past,

each day shorter than the last:

It's time to think and time to pray,

before time steals your last earth day


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Copyright: pencil in His Hand

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Jesus loves you. He died on the cross, taking your sin upon Himself, so that you can spend eternal life in Heaven with Him. We have all sinned, (See Romans 3:10), but Jesus has made a way for us all to be saved. Put Your trust in Him. Repent of your sin and call on Him to save you.

John 3:16

Recommended: Read the whole book of John in The New Testament. The Bible is free on The Bible App.




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