A Minute

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Sometimes it feels like a minute lasts an hour!

Submitted: December 30, 2016

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Submitted: December 30, 2016

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A Minute.

It’s strange how long a minute can last. There are sixty of them in an hour but sometimes just one of them seems to go on for ever.

Tick.....

I look up at the clock, just a quick glance. No time has passed since the last time – just two seconds. How can that be?

Tick......

There are other people around me. They seem to be noticing how slowly the time is passing. I can see many more than just myself looking towards that clock, checking to see how those hands are progressing in their circular sweep.

Tick.....

Fifteen seconds have passed now. Quarter of the way round now. A pizza slice of the clock with most of it still waiting to be eaten.

Tick......

I’m getting really fidgety. My legs are feeling cramped, and I’m feeling swamped, enclosed. The other bodies around me are moving in, eyes on the journey of those hands.

Tick......

Half way there! 180 degrees around that clock face. Has somebody altered the passage of time because this minute is just not passing. More and more faces join mine in turning towards that clock waiting, anticipating.

Tick.......

Twenty seconds remaining. I can sense people tensing up, ready and waiting for those remaining seconds to pass.

Tick......

Fifteen seconds left now. I actually want to turn and go, leave before it all starts but I’m enclosed. I’ve got no escape route unless I push and fight against the flow. Better just to wait it out, I suppose.

Tick......

Ten seconds now and everyone is joining in the countdown. Still those seconds take so, so long to pass. The voices sound distorted by the slowness; deeper, resonating, echoing inside my head.

Tick......

Five seconds! Come on, get a move on. Just let this day come to an end.

Tick......

Four seconds. I can hear those breaths being in-drawn, in preparation. Not mine though. I won’t be raising my voice!

Tick......

Three seconds. If anything it’s going slower than ever. A quick glance around me to see if I can spot who it is that is making those hands so slow in their movement. Everyone I look at is transfixed by that clock. Nobody notices me observing them.

Tick......

Two seconds. That’s all that is remaining.

Tick......

One second. The excitement is barely contained. People are leaning forward, opening their mouths, moving their hands slowly together. Come on, come on.....

Tick.......

Happy New Year’! So many of them, cheering, clapping, shouting and whistling. Hugs and kisses and shaking hands. Fireworks popping in the distance. Champagne bottles opening with an explosion of corks.

I’m just glad to see the day finally come to an end!


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