The ticking of a clock incessantly echoed through the house, but where did the noise come from? She lived alone since the divorce and the only clock she owned was on her phone. Her bare feet made no sound on the hardwood floors as she stealthily crept from room to room, seeking the source of the mysterious disquiet. The ticking grew louder and, as she entered the bedroom, the blast hit her before she could see the illuminated time on the device.
He waited across the street in his parked car. Their divorce would not give her the final say.
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Written for the 100 Word Challenge. I love finding new challenges!! If you haven’t seen this one already – give it a try!
polysyllabic profundities 
EGAD!
I’m almost persuaded to go digital after reading this!
Lol…..that just made my day!!
Hmm, ticking clocks disguising the sound of ticking bombs… I’ll never look at a grandfather clock the same way again.
Haha – sorry!!
I don’t think you are. 😉
😀
I just got an email as I was reading this. It was a picture of a clock sent to inspire my next collaboration. Chime of death and the clock showing up was just a bit creepy. eeeek.
Wow…that is creepy, but sure to make for a good collaboration!
Very good. Enjoyed it. Shown in this direction by Hasty Words…..MM 🍀
Thanks very much and thanks for following. 🙂