The harsh florescence made the plain white walls, floor and ceiling burn my retinas like fire. My eyes settled back on the only thing in the room, the overly ornate clock.
It had been less than a minute since I had looked at it, but it felt 100 years. I once again tried to trace the intricate patterns, but was soon lost.
My outside attention on the clock, I ran through everything in my mind, thought of every detail. The end stood out. “Please wait. We’ll be back soon.”
If a second is eternity, what is forever?
Word count = 100
I’ve been off of the blog for a couple of weeks (again). I think I am finally back :) I will try to stop by and visit other FF stories.