At 12 o'Clock

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: September 01, 2018

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At 12 o’Clock.

I didn’t want her to shrink me, begged her not to do it, but she’d made up her mind and went ahead with it.

As soon as she uttered those magic words, I got that sinking feeling.

It won’t last long,” she said, her voice getting further away as I got shorter and shorter. “At 12 o’clock you’ll be big again.”

My whole world seems to be collapsing, or is it just me, falling into myself like a depressed concertina. One hour! That’s all there is to go. She has helpfully placed a clock down on the floor beside me.

It looks a bit old, a bit worse for wear, but it tick-tocks away as the second hand revolves around in circles.

I’m mouse size now so I have to scat the cat. How confused she must be to see me so small! The spiders are massive, some almost as big as me. They don’t usually bother me but now that they are supersize it’s different. I have to run and hide when they sidle their way towards me.

I look at the clock. The hands say seventeen minutes past eleven, but I know more time than that has passed. That little hand has stopped circling, the tick-tock has stopped. It will never get to 12 o’clock!

I approach it warily. It has become my enemy after all. I run forward and kick it, step back and listen. Nothing! Not a sound. I run up and thump it hard with my fists but it remains mute, stationary.

Hmmm! This is going to take some thought to escape the trap in which I’ve been caught.

There’s a clue though, there, when we’re face-to-face.

Look at it, aged and discolored. Clocks used to be wound up. Peering cautiously round the back, I’m scared I’m falling in a trap. But there it is, slightly rusty....the winder!

If I stretch as high as I can, I can grab the top and turn it down. It’s so much effort, such a tiring chore, but I need to do it to open the door.

Over and over, I stretch and I grip, turning that winder just a little bit. And then at last I hear the noise. Tick tock tick tock. I’ll just rest here ‘til 12 o’clock.

 


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