She was late, as was her custom
My watch beeped once, marking the twenty minute interval, as was its custom.
I looked up at the sky as the watch reset itself for another twenty minutes. It was a clear day, so there weren’t any clouds to watch. The bench was warm, under the sunlight, and I felt my arms warm up from the light of the sun. It was a bright day, and a metal sculpture reflected light up against the white buildings. I made a mental note, incremented down by one, and wondered about what time of day it would have to be to shine light directly at me.
I always did have a preoccupation with clocks. My friends called it an obsession, in jest. I didn’t have any pictures of my friends on my walls. Just clocks.
There was an Elvis pendulum that an old girlfriend had acquired for me, from Graceland. Elvis didn’t keep time since the clockwork gave out years ago, but his legs swayed back and forth in a manner that I found most humorous.
So Elvis stayed. Every other clock, worked. Digital and analog clocks were welcome. Then there were the watches. Don’t get me started on the watches.
I looked over, towards the doctor’s report beside me on the bench.
I guess I always knew, on some level I wasn’t fully aware of.
Twenty-four thousand three hundred seventy two alarms left to go.
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