My Microfiction of the Day or So

Clock World 3

Seconds to go now. All or nothing, I hear them moving around outside the stone walls, the sonorous chiming of the master clock counting down the last few moments before it all starts over once again.

I am scared, will I remember her. will she remember me, will I remember the quest to turn the hands of time back to a place where my true love Agatha still remains in my heart and in my arms. Not just as a faint memory comprised of the ticks of time and the glimpses of sepia dreams etched into glass and silver.

I hear it in my bones, my own heart springs vibrate in sympathetic harmonics, if this is the end of me, turned into dust or reduced to my essential, I shall pass uttering her name from my lips one last time.

“Agatha”