Here are the prompts to Reena’s xploration challenge #232. Underscore Challenge!!!
- I’m going to defeat you with the power of friendship! … And this knife I found.
- I’m sick and tired of being called ‘mortal’ like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.
- Some of you may die, but that’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make.
- Not trying to brag or anything, but I can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, so…
It was not that long ago that I was like you. I woke when the rooster crowed or when the clock rang a long buzz. I can’t call it an alarm clock because that is so overstated in a mere buzz. But let me explain…
I was in an old historic town looking at cemeterys. Why did I think that was a nice way to spend my holiday? I guess because I like to take photographs of nothing important except symbols of life.
I was intrigued by this rather old clock in the window of a house where the window latches were hanging the wrong way and the door knob was at a very low level. It was as if the door and the windows were upside down.
I took a picture of the clock. I took another.
“That’s odd” I looked around to no one standing there. “The hands are moving backward.”
The pendulum was a very large spoon and it caught my reflection. When I moved away my reflection was still in the spoon. I was upside down. I looked around.
“This is rather odd. Isn’t it?” I called to a man across the street. “The hands are going backward.” I said much louder.
He shook his head and moved quickly the other way.
I went home not really sure what that had been about. Then I noticed the clock over my stove.
“Not working.” I flicked at the plastic.
Several minutes later I came back and the time had moved backward.
“That’s nonsense. Too much heat on my brain today.”
I set my alarm clock and fell asleep. A cat or something was screeching in the silent night fog. I turned on the light to see the time.
“What time is it Really?” I asked the alarm clock.
I called a service on my phone that would give the proper time. “The time is four twenty two…”
I called back ten minutes later. “The time is four twelve pm”
“How can time go backwards? Where does it end up? Is it going back for everyone?”
I lined up all the clocks in my house. I watched as each one worked backwards in time. I waited for the buzz that never came.
‘I wondered will I wake up from this? What will I happen when I wake up? What time is it really?????’
Image: “Antique Spoon Clock”© Moondust Designs 2014